Floofdies
Floofdies (floofinition) – 1. Underwear which an animal likes to sleep on.
In use: “Michael’s boxers became Tucker’s floofdies as soon as Michael removed them, delaying their final journey to the clothes hamper.”
2. Plural of floofdy, floof culture slang for ‘floof buddy’.
In use: “Returning home was made a richer and more satisfying experience because of the sweet greetings their floofdies gave them.
Floofpoint
Floofpoint (floofinition) 1. New, helpful, or insightful information about animals.
In use: “After being owned by dogs, birds, and cats for years, Thomas was always willing to share floofpoints with others about how to keep the animals healthy and happy.
2. An end goal or objective sought by one or more animals.
In use: “Knowing where the treats were kept, Barney’s floofpoint was all about how to get to that cupboard, open the door, and pull out the bag.”
3. A situation with animals where one side wins the contest if they achieve a clear advantage in a situation or contest.
In use: “The cat had the dog’s bed. Knowing that was floofpoint, the dog did everything possible to dislodge the cat, but the cat prevailed, looking smug in victory.”
Floofnosia
Floofnosia (floofinition) – Disability that negates humans’ ability to see, recognize, or remember animals.
In use: “It seemed like every time that Marlee’s cousin came to her house, the girls would trip over Marlee’s and exclaim when she saw Thor, ‘Who is that? May I pet him?’ Every time.”
Thursday’s Theme Music
We reached the corner of sun and rise at 5:42 this morning. And guess what? Sunset will come at…8:49 PM. It’s finally moved off the 8:50 hook but now the sun’s impact will begin to grow shorter and shorter until it disappears altogether, leaving us to ask, “Hey, has anyone seen the sun lately?” To which people will reply, “Well, where’d you see it last? Maybe if you retrace your steps…”
It’s Thursday, 7/7/22 and 18 C. Should strike 82 F today, an altogether comfortable-sounding day. A cloud-free sky has been declared. The back door is open to let cool air drift through. Do this every morning and then shut the door, trapping the cool air. The house will slowly heat up but doesn’t usually get to A/C temperatures until it tops 100 F outside (about 38 C). The gingerbread cat known as Papi (or Meep) loves the open door, racing in from the back patio, speeding through the living and dining rooms, streaking past the kitchen and office and down the hall to the guest room and then catapulting back out on the reverse course. The thunder of murder mittens on hardwood floors and carpeting is hilarious. This was executed four times this morning. He’s now sacked out on the sofa.
A deer ate most of our front flowers this week. It’s like, oh, well, it’s a healthy deer and has every right. But now there’s new bear scat where the deer has been eating. Makes us wonder about the situation… Appears the deer might have a stalker.
The Neurons inserted “Lucky Man” by Emerson, Lake, and Palmer into the morning mental music stream. Lake wrote the song when he was twelve and learning chords. Quite impressive.
I asked The Neurons why this song from the 1970s was being played. They shrugged. “What’s it to ya?” Such attitude.
Stay positive, test negative, wear a mask as needed, etc. Four friends tested pos this week. Three of them work at the emergency food bank as volunteers. There might be a pattern here. Think I’ll get some coffee and ponder it. Here’s the tune. Cheers
Tuesday’s Wandering Thought
With Boo’s demise, the mystery of which cat struggled with the litter box was finally decisively closed.
Floofmouth
Floofmouth (floofinition) – Human condition caused by animal fur in the mouth.
In use: “After his cat rubbed his head all over Michael’s face to wake Michael and get his attention, Michael had a bad case of floofmouth throughout the morning.”
Sunday’s Wandering Thought
A friend who is a grandmother related a story about her latest granddaughter, Vera. As soon as she found the words, Vera announced that her name was Peaches and she would not answer to any other name.
That was two years ago. She’s now five. A young cat found his way to her side. Cat and human are with one another like snow and white. She calls him Butters. He’s nine months old.
The adventures of Peaches and Butters are just beginning.
The Order
The clouds spread like thick, gray frosting.
Then came the atmospheric cannon fire.
The cats arrived at my feet, leery of the sky barrage.
Then came rain, powering down the sky, sluicing down the streets,
followed by the smell, the petrichor of warm asphalt and cement,
grass and dirt, lingering in the afternoon’s fading embrace.
Finally, there was tentative Robin song, announcing,
The end.
Floofzygy
Floofzygy (floofinition) – The nearly perfect align of animals, either by temperament or body positions.
In use: “The bird, cat, and dog were in floofzygy in a long rectangle of sun on the living room floor, a sight which brought a smile to Grace’s lips and peace to her heart.”
Michael Seidel, writer 