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Floofphasia (floofinition) – Phenomenon of secret language developed by animals that humans can’t hear nor comprehend.
In use: “Unlike floofish, a language cultivated to be universally employed by all Earth species outside of humans, floofphasia usually resulted in a unique household languages, and typically resulted from one or more of the animals having a poor compehension of floofish.”
Floofliminal (floofinition) – Something done by an animal to provoke a response.
In use: “Nosing against the woman’s hand, the dog tapped the others’ arm until the floofliminal behavior worked, and the woman began scratching the dog’s ears.”
Bedfloof (floofinition) – 1. An animal who preferred to sleep on a bed, especially a human’s bed.
In use: “The cat was undeniably a bedfloof, getting up to eat, do her toilet business, and drink some water, but returning to bed to groom and then slumber. She looked so sweet, curled up in the middle of the bed, and she was always in the middle.”
2. Shed fur found on a bed after an animal leaves the bed. Related: flooffloof.
In use: “Where the little dog had been curled up asleep was a bedfloof clump that resembled a small clone of the dog.”
Sycofloof (floofinition) – An animal who acts with self-serving obsequiousness.
In use: “While the other pets scuttled off and hid, the sycofloof met everyone who came to the door, charming her with her eyes, enchanting them with her fur, and rolling over for belly rubs without hesitation, hoping for pets and treats.”
Floofluid (floofinition) – Able (or willing) to accept different animal species as friends.
In use: “First was the goat, but then came the horse, a rescue from California’s fire-ravaged north. After the goat and horse became friends, they showed how floofluid they were, becoming buddies to a calico cat who stole in and gave birth (and befriending the little kittens), and another rescue, a weary old yellow dog, and then the injured raccoon. Sami didn’t know what to think about her growing collection, but it struck her that something magical seemed to be happening. She began planning a book, The Magic with Animals.”
Today’s theme music came from another cat moment.
I was speaking with Boo, a backyard panther who wandered into our lives several years ago. He was in great shape so I thought that he must be lost. His people were never found and he stayed with us.
Many issues reside in Boo, dealing with trust, other cats, movement, sounds, etc. He seems a little psycho to us. Sweet but psycho is our description of him.
That’s literally the name of a 2018 Ava Max song, “Sweet but Psycho”. It would’ve been surprising if its melody hadn’t sprung into my stream and on into history as today’s theme music.
“Oh, he’s sweet but a psycho, a little bit psycho.” That’s about all that really fits Boo from the song.
Cheers
The Floof Street Journal (floofinition) – Periodical written, read, and distributed by animals. Written in universal floofish, the FSJ helps keep animals informed.
In use: “The Floof Street Journal has evolved from animals’ early efforts of information exchange via scents on trees, rocks, and other materials into a sophisticated method of keeping animals informed about what’s going on in the floofverse. Other periodicals, such as Floof Today, The Good Floofkeeping Journal, the Washington Floof, and Floof Times, rose to challenge the FSJ’s position, but it remained secure until digital media, such as Floofbook, raged onto the scene in recent decades.”
Floof-poof (floofinition) Animal who seems to disappear without warning, effort, or sound.
In use: “Many housepets have refined their own version of the floof-poof, causing frantic owners to wonder where they are, only to have the pet emerge with a quizzically innocent gaze that asks, “Is something wrong? Were you looking for me?””
“Follow me.” She took the movers into the backyard. It’d been a last minute decision but was appropriate.
A foot taller than her, they followed her out into the immaculate backyard. Winter had drained its color and autumn had jerked the leaves from the trees but a sense of comfort embraced her as she wrapped her sweater around her shoulders, glanced up at the milky sun, and limped across the grass.
A innocuous rock about a foot high and a foot wide rested in one corner in sunshine by a patch of dirt. She pointed at it. “This rock. I want this rock to go, too.”
The movers, without exchanging looks, said, “Yes, ma’am.” The three encircled the rock and studied it. She said, “I’ll leave you to it.”
Turning, she strode back into the house, casting eyes over the cottage. She and her husband had bought it twenty-one years before, ten years after they’d retired, coming up here for a more relaxed life. Then came the cat, a tiny tabby mewing on her porch as rain poured outside. The husband had died later that year. The cat, though, had lasted for twenty-one. The rock had been the cat’s favorite sitting place in the back. Sunshine always found the rock, and Pebble, named for her petite size, always found the rock.
She could leave the house – had to, really, because small as it was, it was too much for her now – but she wouldn’t leave the rock. The cat was gone, but she’d always have the rock. And who knows? Maybe in the new place, she’d put the rock on the tiny balcony and perhaps find a new feline companion.
Or maybe it’d find her, as Pebble had.
It would be nice to have another rock in her life.
NOTE: Someone posted a photo of a mover carrying a large, unpretentious rock into an apartment. Others wondered why someone was moving a rock into an apartment.
So did I.
Husfloofdry (floofinition) – The care and watch over animals.
In use: “According to the Good Floofkeeping Journal, good husfloofdry mandates that the animals have fresh food and water, safety and shelter, companionship, and care when they’re sick or injured.”
Michael Seidel, writer 