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Dribblefloof (floofinition) – A housepet who seems to leave a messy trail behind them.
In Use: “It was easy to see when Boo had been eating, as the big beast was a dribblefloof who took the food from his bowl to eat it, and dropped leavings out of his mouth as he walked away.”
Dreamfloof (floofinition) – 1. The perfect, most wonderful pet. 2. An animal who only appears in visions.
In use: “Except for her intolerance to other animals, Flash was a dreamfloof.”
Floofmandering (floofinition) – Dividing a house in a way to give one pet an advantage over others.
In use: “The cat realized that the the only way into the main part of the house was through one hall, so, floofmandering like a classic politician, she positioned herself as a tollfloof in the hall after the dogs went into the game room area, and dared them to try to get by back into the main house.”
Unrefloofpant (floofinition) – No exhibition of shame or remorse by a housepet for its behavior.
In use: “The cat pushed a bottle of nail polish off the counter. “Stop it, Jade,” she shouted. Unrefloofpant, Jade looked at her and batted a bottle of pills to the floor.”
Gonna tell you a story. About a kitty I know. When it comes to loving, she steals the show. Ain’t exactly pretty, ain’t exactly small.
Well, she was small of body, but big of mind, and HUGE of will.
Anyway, back to the theme music. Going with AC/DC. “Whole Lotta Rosie”. 1977. You either know it, or you don’t. That’s how stuff usually works.
You may not know this, but I was born in 1956, so 1977 was part of my extended childhood. Truthfully, my extended childhood will probably end within a few years. I’m holding on, but all good things must end.
Go in for more work in Peckerville today. Wish me luck. Cheers
Floofgasm (floofinition) – Net slang for a feeling of intense pleasure derived from animal companionship.
In use: “All I remember is napping with the kittens and puppies through the afternoon’s long, sweltering heat. What a floofgasm.”
He came into the kitchen and watched her as she flitted from counter to counter, cupboard to pantry, collecting ingredients and utensils. The oven was on. He wondered what she was baking. “What’d you say about Roberferghen?”
She flashed him a quizzical look. “Who? What?”
“Just now. I was in the other room and you said something about Roberferghen several times.”
“What’s Roberferghen?”
“I don’t know. That’s what I came in to find out.”
Picking up a measuring cup, she sifted flour into it and shook her head. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”
“What were you just saying?”
“When?”
“Just now, before I came in here?”
Shaking her head, she poured the flour into a bowl. “I don’t know. I don’t remember.”
Her tone made it clear that the topic was closed. Turning, he sighed and left.
Now he’d never know what Roberferghen is.
