Hello. Welcome to our show.
Today is Saturday, the tenth of April, 2021. Weatherwise, clouds have rolled in with ominous harbingers of rain. Their presence has kept us cool. Sunshine spilled into our southern Oregon valley at 6:39 AM, bringing a token of warmth. We’re up to 55 F now, and think, maybe ten degrees more will be achieved, before the sun retreats at 7:47 PM.
The post is a later than usual as we were out getting the COVID-19 vaccination. That’s done.
To the music! Today’s offering is cat-influenced, or as animals say, infloofuenced. (They — my cats — always insist that the word, ‘influence’, was originally, ‘infloofuence’. I point out that there’s no history supporting their claim. They smirk back. “We’re older than words, boy.”) Youngblood (aka Papi, Meep, and the Ginger Blade) loves going out throughout the dark hours. He loves coming back in during those times, as well, and then going back out again. He’s developed his knocking patter, coming to the bedroom slider for entrance and exit. Although socks are sometimes tossed his way to stop him, he’s a persistence boogerfloof. So I let him in and out, in and out.
Well, that in and out thinking dredged up a 1975 song by The Who out of the memory mines. “Squeeze Box” was an international hit for the group. The lyrics are all about an accordion, which is also known as a squeeze box.
Mama’s got a squeeze box
She wears on her chest
And when Daddy comes home
He never gets no rest
‘Cause she’s playing all night
And the music’s alright
Mama’s got a squeeze box
Daddy never sleeps at night
Well the kids don’t eat
And the dog can’t sleep
There’s no escape from the music
In the whole damn street
‘Cause she’s playing all night
And the music’s alright
Mama’s got a squeeze box
Daddy never sleeps at night
She goes in and out and in and out
And in and out and in and out
She’s playin’ all night and the music’s all right
Mama’s got a squeeze box
Daddy never sleeps at night
h/t to Genius.com.
Wear a mask, get the vax, stay positive, test negative, and carry on. That is all.
Michael Seidel, writer 
Since my moggies also contend that the word was originally infloofuence, I have to wonder if there’s not something to it?
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Probably is. While many believe humans ‘domesticated’ animals, a few of us are aware that we’ve actually been infiltrated. They then domesticated us. (They — the animals — call it ‘floofmesticating’.)
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They were here before us, so it only makes sense. And from my own view, I know I have been floofmesticated!
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It’s about an ACCORDION?! I always thought it was about…well, I guess I should stop thinking everything is a euphemism!
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LOL – yeah…hard to believe, innit? I thought it was about a cat going in and out, too…guess I need to stop thinking about cats so much.
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