I guess you can extrapolate if you’re into that.
Fuck
I feel like no explanation is necessary.
It was a question: „why are you two crashing into my face?“
I guess the first sound i made was something like grumpf. You gotta love cats
I woke up yesterday with one of my cats on my head. I guess they like to test the limits of what or who they can sit on.
They play catch while on (and off) the bed. They just misjudged where my head was
Every morning I like to stretch and blurt out a random word. Today it was: Flumadiddle.
Could you please enhance the world’s vocabulary by adding the proper meaning of flumadiddle?
I’m freethinking up a use… I only like the apples with a flumadiddle or two.
Flumadiddle means ridiculous nonsense.
I won’t hear of it! That’s flumadiddle!
Well, that’s ‘cause you came here in the middle of the conversation all catawampus actin’ all ill-willie; if we start from the beginning, only then you can see that this response is just taradiddle. Soon, you will notice that I am using these highfalutin words to just Hornswoggle ya. Now, excuse me while I absquatulate.
And I am even anaspeptic to have caused you such contrafibularities.
Ahhh taradiddle. Not flumadiddle. My mistake.
I wrote that response courtesy of this neat article I found: https://www.merriam-webster.com/wordplay/flummadiddle-bodacious-19th-century-americanisms
First noise: gaaah!!
First word: Why…
First sentence: Why is your tongue in my ear hole?!?Min-Pins…they fucking love mornings. Don’t worry, he was asleep fifteen minutes later, after I fed him. Not me though.
*grumble* dodo…
for context she was very surprised that I was using my alarm (I usually don’t use it)
My cat’s name, as usual. She woke me up for her breakfast.
Also cat. She rarely vocalizes, preferring to interact and make her point known. In the morning it’s by knocking things on the floor.
Mine knows all the tricks. she meows, she guilt purrs, the walks on me, she sniffs my eyes, she throws things off the night stand, she picks the mattress with her claws. For a monochrome cat she’s got the whole spectrum.
“Wait!”
I actually slept in today and got woken up by my kids trying to make their own breakfast. And don’t get me wrong I’m all for them being independent, but when I hear one yell at the other not to lick the jelly out of the jar, well…it’s usually just best to be nearby
“Baby”
as in: “Baby girl, get your ass off my head, I’ll get up and feed you dammit.”
Baby Girl is Ripley, a 110 pound mastiff with clinging issues.
Morning
“Good”, as in " Good morning!", also directed at the cat, who had been sleeping on top of me.
I wake up each day with a beautiful female who loves me. The that she’s a cat does have some effect on the relationship.
Either “cat” or “morning,” same as always
…I haven’t spoken at all today. Huh. Strange
I think I have had days when I just don’t have a single spoken word to say. I have tons of people in my life buzzing with life trying desperately to have their voices overbear everything around. I guess I figure mine should not hinder their buzzzz. It could really be bees in there.
“Huh?” in response to my husband waking me up to ask if I’d already fed the cat (I had).
BLEHHHHHHHH
“Oooohfaaakkk”
Woke up with a nose bleed this morning.
