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Do you ever listen to the start of Aerosmith’s “Sweet Emotion” and think that it sounds like a cat saying meow with a prolonged techno accent? Listen to the video and see if it doesn’t sound like, “Mee-oowww,” at about the seventeen second mark.
No? Is it just me?
If you have a cat, does it ever come up to you and give you a casual sniff, and then suddenly becomes alert, avidly and intently sniffing you for a minute before drawing back and giving you a look that asks, “What have you been doing?”
Yeah, disconcerting, innit?
Floofculate (catfinition) – a tendency of cat fur to aggregate or come together in lumps or loose clusters.
In use: “During the week, the cat’s fur floofculates into little replicas of the cats hiding under furniture and appliances.”
Don’t you hate it when you’re out somewhere, and discover that you have something stuck between your teeth? It becomes an immediate obsession for your tongue while all you do is think is, how can I discreetly get this out? Meanwhile, you fight with the urge to just do something and get the frigging piece removed.
She weighs less than half of any of the boys, and she’s older than them. Fifteen years (in human terms) have been lived, and who knows how many lives she’s used up? But when she comes into the yard, she gives each boy a look, and they get way, waaayyy back while she helps herself to their kibble.
Old and small, she’s still got the power.
I’m caught between holes. One hole makes me feel like my pants are sliding down, so I’m always hitching them back up. Using the next hole on my belt puts pressure on a back nerve that ends up being a hole of pain and discomfort.
I ask my clothes and body, “Can’t you guys get together and work this out?” They reply, “It’s not us, it’s the belt.”
Maybe I’ll shop for a new belt. He’s been with me a long time, but I need to re-consider his position.
Offloof (catfinition) – a cat’s kittens or young; a feline’s descendant(s).
In use: “Her offloof all looked like mini-me versions of herself to every last whisker and her lovely eyes.”
Have you noticed how often a hotel’s “free hot breakfast” includes cold boiled eggs?
With four cats, I have several bowls of kibble out and available, yet the cats will hunt me down to tell me, “I’m hungry. What do we have to eat?”
What they really mean is, “Give me a treat.”
Michael Seidel, writer 