Naw, I donno what it means. It just seemed like the word to fit the picture. So I’m going to draft my own definition.
zeufli– n. a pattern or knot of color or energy that draws the eye’s focus toward a central point.
Shall we do another?
Well, if you’re certain.
Two cats are currently breaking my ‘stay off the bed’ policy. They look angelic and purrrfect while breaking the rules, and not like the little furbags of fleas and pestilence I just know they are. Maybe I should give up the fight to maintain a cat-free zone, but consider this: Would you walk around in a cat litter-box and then climb into bed?
No? Me either. I don’t mind soiling my coverlets with my monkey-ickiness. I am a great ape, and my monkey-ickiness must, of necessity, go where I go. But this is a whole other species of ick. This is feline ick comingling with my monkey soil.
Maybe I better not think about it too much.
Yesterday I started reading ‘Animal, Vegetable, Miracle; A Year of Food Life’ by Barbara Kingsolver. Yesterday a boy made me cry. Yesterday a boy also made me laugh.
I think my rebel kitties ought to go take their cuteness and feline ickiness to a boy’s coverlet, and leave me in peace to brood on the symbolic relationship between subsidized soybeans and love affairs.