Science fiction, fantasy, mystery and what-not
Floofalrous (catfinition) – characteristic, of, or relating to floof behavior; marked by subtle grace, watchfulness, and a pleasing nature.
In use: “With floofalrous movement, the small ginger tabby walked in through the open front door, looked around the room, and found a chair where he made himself comfortable.”
When it was almost one, I thought the thoughts would soon be done.
Then it was past two, and there were still a few.
When the clock showed three, I got up to pee.
Then, at four, I peed some more.
Seeing five, I fought to close my eyes.
Then it was six, and there was no fix.
When I saw seven, I mourned the dawn,
and realized at eight, I was going to be late.
I hit the road before nine with a tired head,
now it’s ten, and I want my bed.
At eleven, I stole a nap in my ride,
which did nothing for my back, neck, or side.
Dragging myself back in at twelve with sunken eyes,
I sucked down coffee just to feel alive.
At one, I splashed my face.
At two, I realized I had three more hours of this place.
Striking three, the coffee made me pee.
But at four, I drank some more.
Then it was finally five, and I’d somehow survived.
Home at six, I got ready for a party mix.
Seven found me with my friends, ready to go.
When it was eight, we got some food on a plate.
Then at nine, we paid the dime.
Ten found me at a club, having fun.
By two, I was heading home, tired and happy, but wishing it was one.
At three, I laid down in bed,
and then the thoughts returned,
plaguing my head.
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?
