Thursday’s Theme Music

I probably heard this song yesterday while traveling, but it popped into my head this morning when I was dealing with Boo.

Boo is a big black cat that’s missing his tail. He showed up in our backyard several years ago. Nobody claimed him or reported him missing. We think that’s because Boo has PTSD. Somebody seriously abused him and left him permanently freaked out. He’s a challenge to love, even though he wants love. So, speaking to him this morning, I mentioned my sweet little psycho.

Boom. Ava Max’s 2018 song, “Sweet but Psycho” leaped into the stream. Perfect for the Halloween theme sweeping the day.

Floofnel

Floofnel (floofinition) – Animal fur that has a soft texture and feel reminiscent of a flannel fabric.

In use: “He loved to have Barney lay snug against his chest, and enjoyed stroking the animals’ floofnel back with long, leisurely caresses, finding it relaxing and stress-reducing.”

Flooftime

Flooftime (floofinition) – 1. Time spent with animals, during which time spends up, so it seems past by more quickly than usually. 2. A period designated to be with or take care of animals. 3. A prophecy that animals will rise up and restore Earth’s balance by subjugating humans.

In use: “Flooftime was originally five minutes each morning for each cat, dog, and bird, but they didn’t want it end, and neither did she, so flooftime soon accumulated into seventy-five minutes, with fifteen minute allotments. That seemed to please everyone, except she had to get up a little earlier in order to leave for work on time.”

Catafloof

Catafloof (floofinition) – An animal going by with such speed that it appears to have been fired out of a cannon or catapulted like a jet taking off an aircraft carrier.

In use: “Hearing her wife getting a snack in the kitchen, Angie grinned as three catafloofs – two cats and a dog – entered from the hall and headed for the sounds’ origins.”

Tuesday’s Theme Music

Today’s theme music is “Havana” by Camila Cabello (2017).

A lovely song about a brief love affair, it’s in my music stream this morning, background to routines, but I don’t know why. I had a smattering of dreams that felt inchoate. Little is clearly remembered except for an instance of awakening in alarm with the urgent question, “What was I supposed to do?” occupying me. Leaping up, I hunted for clues in a blended zone of sleep and consciousness. Anxiety ebbed back as I realized it was a dream, but I wondered about its roots.

So how does the salsa-influenced, bouncy “Havana” figure into this? Call me clueless in the morning.

As I enjoy the song, I played the video after Cabello’s SNL appearance a few weeks ago, chuckling at the reality send-up that bracketed the song.

 

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