Unemfloofed

Unemfloofed (floofinition) – A place absent of animals.

In use: “As humane treatment of and respect for animals and their rights rise, there are fewer unemfloofed homes around the world, a victory for both animals seeking safety and security, and people who enjoy animals’ company and beauty.” – from The Floof Street Journal, August 17, 2014, “What Do the New Unemfloofment Numbers Mean?”

Copyfloof

Copyfloof (floofinition) – An animal who mimics others or who does everything that they do.

In use: “Many kittens and puppies become copyfloofs for a while as the learn how to be by duplicating Mom’s behavior.”

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.”

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

Good News

My cat Papi, aka Meep, Youngblood, the Ginger Blade, and the Ginger Flash, has been in the animal hospital for several days, suffering from concurrent inflammation of his pancreas, bile ducts, and liver, which is called traiditis. He’d not been eating, had vomited a few times, and wasn’t drinking water. After a few days of antibiotics, IV fluids, and rest, he finally ate last night and this morning. We can bring him home today.

It’s a relief. I shared the happy news with my big black and white boy, Tucker. “Good new, buddy. Papi is coming home.”

Tucker replied, “Who? What? What are you talking about?”

While Papi’s immediate threat has been countered, I’ll need to monitor his behavior and watch for a recurrence. Fingers crossed, this was a one-time thing, but you never know.

Thanks for all of your support. Look forward to bringing him home this afternoon at three. Just hasn’t been the same without him.

Flooftulate

Flooftulate (floofinition) – 1. An animal’s claim as true, existent, or necessary.

In use: “She opened the bag of chips, and the dog immediately flooftulated that she was going to share with him.”

2. To surrender, give in, or yield to an animal’s will.

In use: “She tried telling her dog that chips aren’t good for him, but those eyes, so she flooftulated and fed him chips as she munched.”

A New Word

Today’s word for the day is triaditis. It goes with words already familiar to me, like inflammation and pancreatitis, detoxing, dehydration, and a bonus new word, cholangitis. These are the words passed on to me from the vet. Triaditis is the concurrent inflammation of bile ducts, liver, and pancreas. Surprising to me is that it’s common in cats. Cats have owned me for fifty years. None of them ever mentioned triaditis. They did sometimes display triaditis symptoms of being lethargic, not eating, and vomiting something thin and yellowish. But they usually said, “Done,” the next day and went on being a uniquely entertaining companion.

That brings out two other familiar words, acute and chronic. Chronic, yeah, it flares up once in a while, doesn’t generally cause a larger panel of issues, etc. Acute is more critical and dangerous. The question before the vets is, which flavor afflicts Papi?

That’s what’s being explored today. His blood pressure was also initially low, but it recovered. There were some concerning matters about the kidneys, expected when a cat is not eating nor drinking water. We’d been forcing water in him and trying to entice him to eat.

I read up on what I could overnight and this morning about triaditis. Papi remains hospitalized. He’s young, so I worry that he’s experiencing acute triaditis. As expected, he was given fluids via IV, along with antibiotics. Because my wife has RA, we’re familiar with autoimmune diseases and disorders. The doctor confirmed that triaditis falls in that realm. Not much more is known about it past its symptoms and how common it is.

For now, Papi’s major issue is that he’s still not eating nor showing interest in it. We believe it’s because he’s in the hospital. He’s been treated for dehydration and given antibiotics. Provide us with some NSAID anti-inflammatories, if possible (I’d rather avoid steroids because of the collateral damage they can cause), and let us take him home and try to get him to eat.

It’s still a shock that he became sick so suddenly. This is how bodies function, though. Because we see such small, gradual, external changes, we easily overlook or forget that we’re really multiple internal functions, processes, and organs balancing and harmonizing. Keeping it all together requires shifts and adjustments. Sometimes genetics enter the scene. Other times, luck or injuries shift the setting.

We’ll see what we see. I don’t feel fatalistic about Papi; I’m optimistic. Maybe it’s just due to how he always presented, as energetic, happy, and healthy, so he remains so in my mind.

Cheers

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