Golden Spliffoes Fill Your Eyes

Early in our courtship, testing my worthiness, Ms. Cook suggested in her inimitably sweet way, that I  create a new cat-part word. Over the preceding months I'd learned how she and her brother had developed an extensive nomenclature of/for cat-parts, so this was no small matter.

We were southbound on interstate 25 about to enter what's known as THE BIG I -- the interchange for Interstate 40 and Interstate 25, the place where ALL the Mexican ground-based drug traffic gets routed to the rest of the country. It's interesting.

In those days, 28 years ago, it was an aerial maze laden with skid marks and deep scars in the concrete barrier that (sometimes) kept vehicles from plunging the 200 feet to the ground.

As I began the approach to the I-40 westbound onramp, it came to me....SPLIFFOES!! The poochy part of a cat's face where their whiskers come out. She was impressed. The rest is history.

Good Cat Music!

Sometimes when yer not feeling well, it helps to play some good cat music. Herewith are several that often help lift my spliffoes (the poochie parts on a tabby's face where their whiskers come out). These segued into each other but I offer them individually just in case.


Stars & Stripes Forever

Washington Post March

Semper Fidelas

Sousa's King Cotton March

And for the finale, this superb performance with CANNONS!! Imagine, if you will, the cats reveling in another successful day of day-trading. Encamped upon a hill, the twilight transitioning about them, they raise their glasses to another fine day of capitalist endeavor. (My tabby Sophie, who died a few years ago at age 22, was a mergers & acquisitions specialist whose conglomerate, World Domination Cat Toys helped guide Nixon's efforts to open China and thereby save the world from WW III.)

This is music; it does NOT reflect my opinion of war...a completely unjustifiable activity.