Now that's a mouthful, for sure.
Yeah... f is for floccinaucatinihilipilification. That has just about gotta be the longest word in the dictionary. At least, it will be just about the longest word in the dictionary if we all start usin' it and the good folks over at Oxford and Websters give it the credit it's due and you know... put it in the dictionary.
Floccinaucatinihilipilification is a noun derived from that other noun of which you may or may not of heard... floccinaucinihilipilification. Yeah, that's the one. Floccinaucinihilipilification - all twenty-nine letters of it - means the habitual act of estimating things as bein' worthless. Some might say that the word floccinaucinihilipilification is itself a little worthless but I say that any word usin' up twenty-nine letters has to be worth something! I mean, the ink alone... But can you imagine bein' a kid in a spelling bee? MOUSES!
My newly invented word, floccinaucatinihilipilification, has a similar meaning to that of floccinaucinihilipilification but it's a little more specific in nature. A little more specific to certain species. Floccinaucatinihilipilification is the act of peeps habitually believing that the opinions of cats are worthless. If you're a cat of intellect, I know you know what I mean.
Have you not noticed how some peeps out there think they know better than us cats just because they're peeps and we're cats? They think that peeps are better than cats. That peeps know more than cats. That peeps are smarter than cats. They think that as a peep, they can utter the most ridiculous, nonsensical opinions and that those opinions will automatically be better than ours simply because they're peeps... and we're cats. MOUSES!
Unfortunately, this does seem to be a common occurrence in the blogosphere. I've encountered it, numerous times.
Once, I left a comment on this peep's blog because she was practically begging for comments to be left. I kind of felt a little sorry for her. Serves me right for feelin' a little compassion for my fellow earthling 'cause in the next post she posted, she complained that only one person had left a comment and that that person wasn't a person but rather, a cat! Yeah, she complained 'cause I left a comment in the very same post in which she complained that no one would leave comments. That doesn't even make sense. As a cat, I understand that. MOUSES!
Don't worry, I'm pretty sure she doesn't read my blog so she'll never read this. I doubt my mentioning her act of floccinaucatinihilipilification will be hurtin' anyone's feelings. On the other paw, I have to say that my feelings were pretty hurt when I read her second post. You know... the one in which she insinuated that because I was a cat, my comment didn't count.
I didn't comment on any other blogs for a week after that incident. I thought, why bother? I'm only a cat. No one wants to read my comments, anyway. MOUSES!
Floccinaucatinihilipilification occurs outside of the blogosphere, too. I suppose it occurs everywhere where there are cats and peeps in close proximity to one another.
I happen to know for a fact that a number of my peeps' friends never read my blog. Why, you ask? You needn't for there's no question as to why. These friends admit it freely. It's because I'm a cat. They come right out and say it, never concerning themselves that they might be hurtin' my peeps' feelings or mine. These friends of the peeps don't read Nerissa's Life for one reason and one reason only. They don't read my blog because it's written by a cat. That makes them floccinaucatinihilipilificators, for sure. MOUSES!
And I doubt that floccinaucatinihilipilification has been limited to the twenty-first century, either. Floccinaucatinihilipilificators have probably been around for millennia . History is probably filled with floccinaucatinihilipilificators of all sorts. Terrible, really. Terrible how floccinaucatinihilipilification has been, and is still, so rampant.
To sort of quote the great literary giant, Shakespeare...
Hath a cat not eyes? Hath a cat not paws, senses, affections, passions? ... Are we not warmed
and cooled by the same winter and summer? ... If you prick us, do we not bleed? If you tickle
us, do we not laugh? If you poison us, do we not die? And if you wrong us, shall we not
Okay, I'm not really into the exactin' of the revenge part but the rest of it holds true.
Just because I'm a cat doesn't mean I don't see stuff. Just because I'm a cat doesn't mean I don't know stuff. Just because I'm a cat doesn't mean I can't figure stuff out.
And just because I'm a cat doesn't mean I don't have feelings. Just because I'm a cat doesn't mean you won't hurt those feelings if you treat me badly by assuming that my opinions are worthless. Just because I'm a cat doesn't give you the right to make those kinds of assumptions in the first place.
My opinions are not worthless. On the contrary, they're worth a lot. I tackle all sorts of topics on my blog. Topics from which mere humans shy away. I've even done battle with Mr. Anonymous Spam. Done battle and won, I might add. Haven't seen the sucker in weeks. I'm pretty sure he's still out there, lickin' his wounds.
And it was I, Nerissa the Cat, who explained the laws of gravelly to the peeps at the Department of Transportation. One post of mine and the very next day they were out there fixin' the problem. Granted, the problem has since resurfaced however, I cannot be held accountable for the fact that the peeps at the Department of Transportation are not capable of understanding the laws of gravelly. Not my fault. It just isn't.
As a cat, I don't assume that the opinions of peeps are worthless. I listen to their opinions, think them through and then judge their worth. I should think that decent and responsible peeps would show the same consideration for us cats. Many of them do. Actually, probably most of them do. Unfortunately, in every crowd, there's always at least one floccinaucatinihilipilificator. MOUSES!