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Enfloof (catfinition) – two or more cats entwined, typically while sleeping or grooming or wrestling with one another; having one’s limbs or hair entangled or entrapped with a cat; a cat wrapped up in clothing or bedding.
In use: “As soon as she removed her work clothes and dropped them on the floor, her big black cat with the white diamond on his chest enfloofed himself in them, falling asleep in the time she took to turn around, get out her pajamas, turn around again.”
My dreams and writing seem to be part of my creative and imagination mind system. I figure, as worlds and space has weather, so do our minds. When a high-powered dream system moves in, it always brings a strong imagination ridge, and writing levels rise.
I wish I could track it and forecast it. Imagine us having an app on our phones or computers that can bring up radar imagery of our mind systems, with some prognosticator telling us what it all means.
“You have an emotional front moving in. It’s going to settle on you for a few days beginning Monday, with Tuesday seeing the strongest activity before it begins to move back out of the area on Thursday, so watch out for those swing moods and crankiness. The front will decrease your physical energy, and increase your maudlin memories. This activity will probably call for some comfort food on Wednesday, which will wreck your diet, and a few glasses of wine or beer, but a strong will system will arrive on Friday, enabling you to get back into healthy eating routines. The ten day outlook calls for rising optimism in the following week, with some periods of intense exuberance.”
Once again, I’ve been reminded that travel brings out the best and worst in coffee. People have different ideas about what tastes good, but they’re also part of geographic trends. “Isn’t that good coffee?” they ask, handing you some swill.
Which challenges politeness. I always err toward gratefulness. Coffee’s aroma helps ground me and restores my balance, to give nothing away about what the caffeine does to stoke my will to live. “Yes, yes, it’s very good coffee,” I reply. If pressed, I’ll mention, “It’s not quite what I would usually drink, but this is delicious. Thank you.”
Unless, of course, my taste buds are so offended that they’re lobbying my brain to spit it out. Then I swallow the coffee and say, “Mm mmm,” and complain privately later.
Some of that hotel and aero-plane stuff really pissed off my taste buds, though. I was afraid they were going to stop speaking to me. But then, they were given pie, and they were happy.
You ever hear someone sleeping and think, I wish that motorcycle would shift to a lower gear?
No?
Catcimate (catfinition) – a feline’s ability to cause great destruction or harm.
In use: “Claws had catcimated the love seat and ottoman, and pieces of stuffing were pulled out of the cushions.”
Floofcessory (catfinition) – a cat or feline that is not essential in itself but adds to the beauty, convenience, or effectiveness of something else; a cat a person not actually or constructively present but contributing other’s misbehavior.
In use: “The calico seemed demure and innocence, but as floofcessory, she’d leaped up, grabbed the door handle and turned it, effectively answering the question, “Who let the dogs out?””
You ever think, wouldn’t it be cool if they could chip our minds so that they can be found and recovered when we lose them?
Floofgesse (catfinition) – abundance of spirit in a cat; a cat’s generosity and liberal giving.
In use: “The cat’s floofgesse led her to bring presents to his person every day. Gifts included leaves, flowers, towels from the neighbor’s clothes line, and found treasure such as rubber bands and pieces of string”
Fun fact! Did you know that the expression, “That old chestnut,” originated with with Henry Chestnut? Henry was a pharmacist who liked telling comical tales about the way things were in his grandparents’ era, often exaggerating facts to absurd lengths. People in his town often passed on his stories, and the response on hearing them was often, “That old Chestnut,” usually with laughter. Eventually, Henry’s stories were published in a weekly column called, “That old Chestnut.”
The things you can learn on the Intertubes, right?
