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Floof Fever (floofinition) – Relaxed, euphoric human state caused by concern or love for animals.
In use: “People with advanced floof fever are happy to stay at home with their pets, very often passing the time napping, reading, writing, baking, or eating – or some combination of these things.”
Orifloofi (floofinition) – Process that animals use to contort themselves to fit into small places or to snooze.
In use: “Doing orifloofi as part of their development, the five kittens managed to fit themselves into one small bowl for a nap.”
Happy Lundi, you lunheads.
Yes, today is Lundi, December 13, 2021. It’s raining. The temperature sits at 37 with plans to go lower, bringing snow, our first of the year. Been a long time, been a long time, been a lonely, lonely, lonely time. Snow is part of our December festivities. It used to snow lightly, just enough to elicit oohs, kindling holiday spirits as the snow dusted the decorations. It was especially wonderful during the parade of lights, when Santa visited town. Don’t know if that’ll happen this year. COVID, you know.
Sunrise illuminated the gray wet scene at 7:31 AM and the sun will pass on at 4:39 PM. Today’s high temperature will be 45 and the low will be 25 F.
The morning mental music medley stream includes songs about rain and dreams, just like yesterday, but also Monday songs. Overpowering them all is a cat-inspired song, “I Smell Trouble” by Buddy Guy from 1994. Yes, we’re feeling the blues. The cats have been disliking this whole rain, wind, cold temperatures going on outside. Forced to stay inside, they’re inspecting new ways to annoy one another and new places to go. Some of those places include the verboten areas of the dining room table and the kitchen counters. Of course, once one goes up there, the others are like, “I didn’t know we could go up there,” even though the first was scolded and chased down.
So the cats are singing “I Smell Trouble”.
Lord, knows I’ve tried
To do what’s right
One whole year of stayin’ home
Both day and night
‘Cause I smell a mean trouble
Way over yonder
You know I heard a mean, yeah
Always in trouble people
Lord, they just won’t let me be
h/t to Songfacts.com
Stay positive, test negative, wear a mask as needed, and get the jabs when you can. I’m getting coffee when I can; I’ve got the jabs. Stay chill.
Floofdamentalism (floofinition) – A twenty-first century movement emphasizing animal rights as being fundamentally equal to human rights.
In use: “Market floofdamentalism emerged after companies realized that supporting animal rights and protections would create another revenue flow, a cynical ploy that many floofdamentalists use to further their agenda.”
Yea, verily, the sojourners did come to Saturday and proclaimed it to be December 11, 2021. And the wind did blow after the sun rose at 7:29 AM, gusting through the trees with a fierce bark, whereupon the people, seeing this, did declare that they were happy to be behind windows, doors, and walls, though the cats, being contrarians, did demand that they experience this weather for themselves. And so, the cats went out into the wind, and the day was not as bad as the house-dwellers feared, because it was 46 degrees F. Sunset is at 4:39 PM, the cats were told, whereupon, they replied, “We don’t care. We’re cats.”
“Feelin’ Alright” by Joe Cocker rides the morning mental music stream. A friend shared this Ed Sullivan Show Joe Cocker appearance from 1969 on her FB. I was 12 when this aired. The fashion, dancing, and colors all ignited memories of that era. Then came the thoughts, look how young Cocker looks. Appreciation for the song and its lyrics was rekindled. Interesting interaction between musicians and dancers can be observed, too. It’s a happening scene all around.
Stay positive, test negative, wear a mask as needed, bludgeon COVID-19 when you can, and get the jabs. I’m getting coffee. You read me? Here’s the music. Cheers
Floof Eye (floofinition) – Look of suspicion or irritation that an animal, particularly a pet, gives a human or another animal.
In use: “She tried tiptoeing around her plans to take the dog to the vet, but sensing something was up, he gave her the floof eye and hid.”
Nonfloofsance (floofinition) – Failure to do what an animal wants to be done.
In use: “In a show of doggy nonfloofsance, the little border collie refused to yield his bed to the cat despite her intense staring and a raised paw.”
Floof Accompli (floofinition) – A thing accomplished by an animal and apparently irreversible.
In use: “By the time she paid attention to what was going on, the dog had edged onto her lap, put down his head, and gone to sleep. Accepting the floof accompli, she stayed still except to stroke his face, unwilling to disturb him, even though she had things to do.”
Capfloofvate (floofinition) – For an animal to dominate and influence a human by a unique trait, charm, or irresistible appeal.
In use: “Marcy’s cat, Emir, often capfloofvated her by rushing in to attempt to peer into Marcy’s mouth whenever Marcy began singing.”
Good morning, my fellow human beans. Today is Monday, December 6, 2021. Weather report says it mostly cloudy here. Looking out, I see no blue sky nor sunshine. An unbroken roll of mild gray has been unleashed over the valley. At least it’s not foggy this AM, although I see streaks of fog hugging ravines and foothills. We’re looking for a high of 51 F today. It’s doable. Sunshine did break through yesterday in the early afternoon, burning the fog away. When I stepped to a window to enjoy it, my irises cried out with injury, recoiling from the light and retreating to my head’s darkest recesses. Yeah, it’d been a while since we’d had sun that bold, clear, and bright.
I have a Gin Blossoms song, “Follow You Down” from 1996 on repeat in the morning mental music stream. The cats put it there. Basically, being bored and restless felines, they began following me around yesterday. Wherever I went, they were attendees. “Oh, what are we getting in the pantry?” “Hey, let’s all go to the bathroom, come on!” Sitting at the desk, I had one on the desk, butting my hand (which really increases the difficulty when typing), another on my feet below, and one on the windowsill behind me. They were like, “Everywhere you go, I’ll follow you around.” So you see why the Gin Blossoms song wormed into my consciousness.
Stay positive, test negative, wear thy mask as situationally needed to reduce spread, and get jabs when you can. Think I’ll have some coffee now. Anyone else? No? Okay, then. Here’s the music.
Cheers
Michael Seidel, writer 