Twofer Tuesday and I have here for you today two news stories that recently found their way into my country store called life. Each of them made me stop and say “No way!”
I heard comedian Bill Maher mention this on his show a couple weeks ago, and my first reaction was that he was joking. However, in the words of the NFL refs “upon further review,” I have discovered that Bill was not joking and merely stating a fact:
Think I agree with the person who commented “If these folks were so clueless as to who was or wasn’t running, perhaps they should not have been voting in the first place.” Then again, it’s only rock and roll.
My second “No way” story necessitates that I do my standard disclaimer and full disclosure statement right up front that I am NOT a cat person. As you know from previous posts, I don’t care for them and have no use for them. (Note that my replacement hip continues to bother me from time to time and I still blame a cat for that! (click here.))
Quick aside here – did you know that there is no single word for someone who hates cats? I found that an ailurophobe is someone who fears cats but there is no word nor phrase for us haters. (Wonder if there is a deeper reason why that is the case?)
OK, now that I have laid all that hate-cats’ background la-di-da on you, check out the following news story that went down literally in, where else – Florida. (Seems that most of the weirder news stories tend to come outta Florida.)
As you read this and know my regard for things feline, you will understand my “No way!” reaction.
This story was a double whammy for me because here in my advanced years, I have developed a severe case of claustrophobia. The thought of being sequestered in any closed in place totally freaks me out. When Pam and I were in Australia a few years back, I barely made it thru the short submarine tour of the Great Reef. Thus, I don’t like seeing, hearing or reading anything about crawling through drain pipes. Throw in the express purpose for doing so is to rescue a cat, and all I can say is “No way!”
But back to there being no name for cat haters, how about this? Since we are at that time of year when publications proclaim their word of the year such as “enshittification” (look it up), Buzzy’s Country Store will sponsor a contest to come up with a name for cat haters. Winner will get a bottle of Gato Negro wine, which, in spite of its name, I do like.
As a contest starter, my suggestion for someone who is a cat hater is that he/she be dubbed a “Pussanimus.” OK, I’ll continue to work on this.
Note too, that I avoided the obvious title for today’s Buzzyblog twofer “Puss and Politics!”
Heard this “It Snowed” tune in CVS waiting on a prescription and Shazammed it to learn it was by Meaghan Smith. Thought she sounded familiar and later learned that years ago she did this great remake of the Pixies tune (below.)