Dipfloofmat
Dipfloofmat (floofinition) – 1. Animal adept in the art of conducting negotiations and settlements between other animals, or with humans.
In use: “The little gray shorthair tabby with the loud meow was the difloofmat who kept the dogs and other cats quiet with a sharply issued meow. Karla didn’t know what the little cat said, but the others all abided her decision when she spoke.”
2. Human capable of bringing peaceful coexistence between animals.
In use: “Some called Marty a pet whisperer, but he thought of himself as a dipfloofmat, talking out disagreements between different pets, achieving flooftente between individuals and factions regardless of species.
Friday’s Theme Music
Spring must be ready to take the scene. My sinuses said something is in the air. I guess it could be love.
We’re getting ready to ‘spring ahead’ on our clocks this weekend in the U.S. Spring ahead and win a prize: one hour of ‘lost’ time. Where will you subtract your hour?
Today is March 11, 2022, Friday, in weekspeak. The sun came for our valley at 6:30 this morning, bold, bright, and welcome, dragging warmth out the cold air and earth. Twas 31 at my house this morning but now the desk weather station claims it’s 49 F. We saw 60 yesterday and anticipate 67 today. Looks like good walking weather. Might even do some yard-tidying and weed pulling. The sun will take its light and warmth and go on at 6:13 PM.
Today’s morning mental music stream inhabitant is “Livin’ On A Prayer” by Bon Jovi from 1986. It’s cat music. Yes, it’s a repeat from back when the coronavirus kicked in on a massive global scale While Papi seems very recovered, singing a rousing rendition of “The Breakfast Song” this morning, (and more than one verse), sick cat, whose RN is Boo (our bedroom panther), seems to be losing his cancer fight. I raise a glass to all the sick and diseased, fighting wounds, diseases, sickness, and chronic pain, and their caretakers.
Stay positive, test negative, wear a mask as needed, get the vaxes and boosters when you can, and send out some peace energy toward Ukraine and its people. Send them some hope that the invaders won’t kill or maim all of their people, that all of their buildings and lives won’t be destroyed, that Russia will stop this assault on their rights and lives. Pray for them if that’s what you do. Ask the Universe to make Putin come to his senses, or for Russians to rise up and rein him in.
That’s a lot to do. I’m gonna need more coffee first. Here’s the tune. Cheers
Flooftrarian
Flooftrarian (floofinition) – An animal who will do things counter to expectation.
In use: “Being a flooftrarian came naturally to Cassie. She socialized with other dogs, got along well with cats, had a backyard squirrel for a friend, made a friendship with a fawn, never tried to steal anyone’s food, and was polite and well-behaved with every person she met, including delivery people. Her people always referred to her as the most gentle and sweet creature they’d ever known. Everyone who met her agreed.”
Thursday’s Theme Music
Happy Thursday to you. Until we meet again.
Today is Thursday, March 10, 2022. A peaceful transition from night to day was achieved when the sun moved into our area at 6:38 AM. Per the agreed-upon peace terms, day will yield to night at 6:10 PM this evening. Your results may vary.
Wayward cirrus clouds are the only markers on the sunlit azure sky. We experienced light rain yesterday. Doesn’t look like rain is programmed for today. The clear sky and bright sun deceive, though: it’s 41 F but the weather powers say that this feels like 34. Our high today will be 59. No word on how it’ll feel.
I have a 1999 song by Shania Twain, “Man! I Feel Like A Woman”, circulating through the morning mental music stream. This is my wife’s doing. She’s been wearing her iPod shuffle around the house while cleaning and exercising. This song is on her playlist. She loves the song’s hook and vigor and, grinning, her brown eyes gleaming, will sometimes just burst out with a part of it. Makes me laugh. It is a catchy, entertaining song, though, innit?
Stay positive, test negative, wear a mask as needed, and get the vax and boosters when you can. Here’s the song. Sing along if you feel it. I might feel it after more coffee. Let me go get some. Cheers
The Movie Dream
I dreamed I was in a movie. Then I realized it was a movie and not life, so I stepped out of it. But then, remembering that I’d seen the movie, I tried recalling how it went. It seemed different, so I stepped back in to follow.
The dream was about a man protecting the Pope. Dressed in a black leather trench coat, with a black hat pulled low over his head, he was in a big white Lincoln Town Car. After some changes in camera perspective and mild action, it emerged that he’d been shot. People were after him and he was after them, trying to be proactive by getting them before they got him. I was very young, maybe thirteen or fourteen, with shaggy brown hair. At one point, I was accused of being the one who’d shot him. I was ready to proclaim my innocence, but the Pope’s bodyguard identified me and said, “He’s one of the good guys.” I was flattered to be cited as a good guy.
Now, though, I felt like I had to live up to that billing. I kept my eye on the Pope’s bodyguard, and spied others trying to sneak up on him. I went to give him warning, but he’d noticed them and was on it. It was at this point in my dream when I thought, wasn’t this a movie? Stepping out, I watched on a big screen as a fine silver thread was spooled out along a winding path through a business area. The silver thread was lit.
A fuse, I realized. But isn’t that different from the movie? That’s not how I remembered it happening.
I stepped back into it. Something was going to explode. I raced forward and scuffed out the silver thread. That ignited all manner of chaos as bad guys — in white clothing, or light clothing, male and female — rushing out to re-light the fuse and the Pope’s bodyguard fighting them off.
Which is where it ended, or was interrupted, by an unnamed cat called Tucker.
The Cat Chant
Sung by three cats as a round
Entertain me
Cause I’m a cat
Entertain me
Not like that
Entertain me
With a toy
Entertain me
That was just a ploy
Entertain me
With a song
Entertain me
That one is wrong
Entertain me
Let me out
Entertain me
Just not now
Entertain me
Scratch my head
Entertain me
Touch me now and you’ll be dead
Entertain me
Give me food
Entertain me
I’m not in the mood
Entertain me
Because I’m bored
Entertain me
My life is such a chore
Entertain me
Cause I’m a cat
Entertain me
Not like that
