Dog & Cemetery

In a way, I think this post’s title, Dog & Cemetery, could be a pub’s name in a cosy.

Passing one today, I saw again the rusted and bent blue and white ‘Dogs Are Not Permitted in Cemetery’ sign. And again wondered, why? Do pooches offend the cemetery owners? Were there fears that a dog might dig up bones or soil a grave?

In an area of deer, squirrels, opossums, rabbits, rats, raccoons, cats, bears, coyotes and the occasional wolf and mountain lion, it seems odd to single out ‘man’s best friend’ as being unwanted at man’s final resting place.

Catological

Catological (adjective) Being like a cat in every possible way.

In use: In complete catological behavior, Barb will get on her hands and knees and pretend to wash her face with her hand (as though it was a paw), purr and meow to generate reactions from her cats.

Pieces

In last night’s other part of featured dreams, I found pieces of blue, red, yellow and white. Large but lightweight, they seemed to be plastic. As I collected them, I noticed some fit together. 

I next encountered a plaza. After some exploration, I noticed it was a huge board and realized the pieces I’d found could fit on the board. I began organizing, sorting and testing pieces in the way of puzzles, but building structures as tall as myself. Each was either red, yellow, blue, green, et cetera; the colors weren’t mixed in the structures.

Stepping back to gain a greater view of my work, I saw that the pieces I put together had formed people. I realized the pieces were from people and that I could use them, put them together and fix the people. 

The epiphany sent me into grinning delight. I began noticing others walking around and saw I was in a busy city on a sunny day. The people walking around were strangers of all races and classes of life. I could tell which pieces belonged to which person. So I began calling to them, “I can fix you. I know how. I have the pieces that can fix you.”

Then it was on to the other dream, where it took a weird turn.

Perhaps the weirdest turn is that I suspect I’ve dreamed these dreams before. 

Preclawtionary

A raised warning paw, implying a threat, but actually a bluff.

Example of use: “Don’t worry about Tabitha. When you first reach out to her, she’ll look like she’s going to swat you, but she’s just being preclawtionary. She only hurts paper.”

Sprung Ahead

Did the daylight savings time shift for spring. Now I walk around thinking, the real time is actually an hour earlier. It’s ten now. This is what it would have looked like at nine yesterday, or nine today, if we hadn’t sprung ahead.

Cattipping

Cattipping, contrary to popular mis-use of the word, does not involve tipping cats over.

Cattipping (verb): feline behavior of casually and indiscriminately knocking objects over or off shelves, tables and other surfaces. These objects are usually decorative, office materials such as pens and pencils, and pills and vitamins (either in or out of containers), but may also include hairbrushes, tweezers, fingernail clippers, glasses of water, eye-glasses, and buttons.

Coupdepaw

A coupdepaw takes place when a cat successfully steals something from under your nose without you noticing it.

Sweet Crystal, a Bombay Black with us decades ago, was a master of the coupdepaw. One Sunday morning in Columbia, SC, found us reading the newspaper on the floor while enjoying powdered sugar mini-doughnuts. With paper sections spread out on the floor, we had a plate of the doughnuts between us.

The doughnuts disappeared amazingly fast. Beginning to accuse each other of eating all the doughnuts, we looked behind us. There was sweet Crystal, innocently looking on, velvety black paws and face covered with white powdered sugar.

Purrunclaw

Purrunclaw is a naturally occurring condition that develops when a person is petting a cat, and the cat is enjoying it only to suddenly swipe at the owner with their claws in a definitive pronouncement, “That’s enough!”

In illustration:

“Nan, what happened to your hand? It’s all scratched up.”

“Oh, just some purrunclaw with Flash.”

The Truth About Beer

It’s been some time since I’ve written about the invention of beer and the truth about why it exists.

Michael Quirk provided me with this theory. Michael was the originator of our weekly beer gathering. The group is composed of retired scientists, engineers and doctors to discuss science and technology. Michael himself, now deceased, was a retired Army light colonel. He’d served in Vietnam as a helicopter pilot, surviving two tours. After that, he’d become an artillery officer and ended up programming specific artillery systems that were being introduced. He eventually ended up as a globally sought subject expert on the matter. After retiring from the Army, he was hired as a consultant by DARPA so he could keep working on and advising about the artillery program. His daughter is an Air Force colonel who is now a deputy base commander.

I met Michael through an art museum fundraiser. His wife and my wife went to the same exercise class at the local Y. Several of these wives enjoyed each other’s company. It was contrived we should all go to this fundraiser and share a table. Naturally, the wives socialized, leaving the men alone.

Michael and I both enjoyed science fiction, so we chatted about that. He then told me about the weekly beer group and invited me to join. Not having much education and not being a scientist, engineer or doctor, I declined, and told him that’s why. “But we drink beer,” he explained. “You drink beer, don’t you?”

“Yes, but — ”

Nothing else mattered to Michael. I drink beer, so I should join. I finally agreed just to shut him up.

I started going, and the time became something I looked forward to, largely because I was very fond of Michael. It was during one of those weekly beer gatherings that he told me about his theory regarding the invention of beer. Noting that beer had been invented about eleven thousand years ago, he claimed that women invented it.

Naturally, I was curious. “Women invented beer?”

“Yes, they invented beer to control men.”

“I see…. Why?”

“Because women are aliens who came to Earth eleven thousand years ago. They invented beer to control men.” Michael went on to cite the chromosome difference as evidence that women are not humans like men. Besides, they think so differently.

His theory had a lot of problems to me, beginning with, if they were aliens and so advanced they could travel to Earth and invent beer eleven thousand years ago, what the hell have they been doing since then? Also, what happened to the original human women? And, why….?

It was all very tongue-in-cheek. Michael passed away at the beginning of 2015. I still go to the beer group once in a while, just to have a beer. We always toast Q at the beginning.

Sometimes, I remind the others how beer was invented.

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