A magnificent floofy cloud... Image from Sheryl Leigh, via Wikimedia (public domain). |
There are fat cats and thin cats, smart cats and cats that are what we’d call in Scotland “thick as mince”. There are appealing cats and appalling cats. There are cats in high places — such as Larry the Number 10 cat, Palmerston the “diplomog” and other governmental felines with their own Twitter feeds. Some of my happiest places in the sewer that social media can be are Facebook groups where people post random photographs of strange cats, or of their own pets.
As I’ve tripped merrily through this forest of feline felicity, I’ve noticed a strange thing. It’s to do with language. Cats, when they’re not slaying you with a look, are more than capable of communicating via meows and hisses and chirps or, in the case of my own elderly moggy, deafening wails in the dead of night, but that’s not what I’m talking about. I’m talking about how we, their humble servants, talk about cats.
Language evolves and it fascinates me to watch it in action. Cats in general might be known as cattos rather than cats, or sometimes as floofs, a word often preceded by the adjective “majestic”. Those with long fur, especially all white, all black or all grey, are fondly referred to as clouds.
Look closely: this cat has a blep |
I’m sure other animal groups develop their own language. In fact, I know they do, because sometime I venture into rabbit — sorry, bun — circles, where I have learned the difference between a binky and a sploot.
I love seeing how people develop their own secret languages to cover their own interests…and I wonder how long it will be before some of these terms make it into the dictionary, if they haven’t already. And what about my readers. Do you have any favourite (repeatable) words?
Apology: dear spellchecker, I’m very sorry. I know this article almost broke you…
Jo Allen
Ha ha I had never heard any of those words in relation to cats! I adore moggies and very much miss my own dear girl who died a couple of months ago.
ReplyDeleteThey get hold of you, don't they, cats?
ReplyDeleteI suspect the language of cat lovers is much the same as that of teenagers. As soon as someone outside the group cottons on to it, it changes!
Love the idea of jelly bean paws, Jennifer. Is there any better word than floofy? My social media guilty pleasure is over on Instagram, where I follow Henry the Colorado Dog, with his pussy cat friend, Baloo, as they explore the American wilderness. I've never wandered into bun territory, but now I'd like to know the difference between a binky and a sploot!
ReplyDeleteA binky is when a bun jumps around kicking its back legs in the air. A sploot is when it lies down with its back legs stretched out. So now you know!
DeleteOff to look up Henry now!
Well, who knew? I don't own a cat, but a cat owns me ..... a Bengal from about five doors up has decided it likes my brand of cat food over it's mistress's, and my fanlight window to climb through and frighten the bejesus out of me when I'm sat at the computer. But language? No, we haven;t gone that far in our relationship ..... not yet.
ReplyDeleteMake sure you compliment the magnificent floof on its little jelly bean paws and you'll get on just fine...
DeleteLove moggies. Have two currently - one is a siamese who was dumped in our lane while we were away. He's definitely a people cat. Loves our rescue dog Django to bits and comes for a walk with us down the lane where he was found. I learnt a few new words from reading this too!
ReplyDeleteAs I sit here, with my daughter's cat on my lap, I am looking at her in a completely different light or rather thinking about her in a completely different language. :)
ReplyDeleteVery nice blog you have heere
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