Menefreghismo cats

Menefreghismo cats

Ours is a world of worries.

The climate is changing. Human nature is not changing.

There’s a hot blob off the coast of New Zealand. Unsavory characters have been stealing enormous statuettes of Snoop Dogg.

Buoyant and unhurried, Zeppole beseeches you to un-worry

It’s time to double down on our commitment to catliness.

First, a brief excursion spattered with apology.

I have spent over a dozen years attempting to distill the wisdom of cats into words. I have always and inevitably failed.

This is not for lack of trying.

Ever since childhood (my mother tells stories of my scribbling on yellow pads on the floor of Macy’s as a toddler), words have been my compass and my comforter and my chapel and my compulsion.

But words fall short when it comes to building a cathedral fit for feline liturgy.

So it comes as a relief when words come from afar to help with my joyously doomed task.

Actual Lemonized blanket

Today’s vocabulary treat: menefreghismo.

From the raw materials of me ne frego (“I don’t care”), this brilliant little sausage of a word means, “I don’t give a patoot-ism.” (Substitute “patoot” for your minor cuss word of choice. Or don’t. We should use “patoot” more liberally in general.)

In Italian slang, menefreghismo folks are carefree, cavalier, perhaps more than a little self-centered.

In the animal kingdom, menefreghismo cats are the only kind that exist.

Menefreghismo is a way of life, a feline culture of unhurry and unworry.

Menefreghismo means Lemon doesn’t sweat it when her gleeful destructiveness causes people to suggest renaming her This Is Why We Can’t Have Nice Things. (“Hello, my name is This Is Why We Can’t Have Nice Things Rosenberg, what’s your name and can I eat that button please?”)

Marcus caught in the act of menefreghisming

Menefreghismo means Iris does not worry in advance whether Jared will be occupying her personal, inviolable, sacred solarium tube. She’ll get there when she gets there, and if he got there first, they’ll get together like a shuddering s’mores bar of shared shyness.

Menefreghismo means Ramekin doesn’t hold it against Elliot when the latter lunatic chooses him as his personal practice kit for innumerable not-yet-invented sports. (Actual note from our behavior log: “Elliot plays very rough. Ramekin doesn’t mind getting beat up. They’re a weird couple.”)

Mousy and Pepperoni do give ample patoots about one another.

Menefreghismo means Bellamy doesn’t mind the fact that everyone knows he is The Lobby Urinator. What’s a little leakage between friends? Who isn’t Bellamy’s friend? (No, really, he wants to know so he can remedy this. There are some things even menefreghismo cats do mind.)

Menefreghismo means Elijah doesn’t mind being compared to the largest black-and-white cookie in the history of round objects.

Menefreghismo means Toulouse is not losing sleep over the possible future course of her dental disease.

Gator is all the greater for not expending one patoot more than necessary on nattering neuroses

Menefreghismo means Gator isn’t judging you for pretending you’re in Jurassic World every time you ride shotgun in your Dad’s Jeep.

Menefreghismo means Hector isn’t all messed up over Mousy‘s growing friendships with many feline others.

Menefreghismo means Boobalah isn’t moping over the misspelling of her name.

Menefreghismo means Nemo doesn’t resent not being invited to join Marcus and Zeppole in their new secret society The Syndicate Of Buoyant Gentlemen.

Do you give a patoot over Obsidian’s orange collar? No? Quoth she, “Bene! That’s just another patoot of the patoots not given.”

Menefreghismo means certain gentlemen don’t spend hours agonizing over why Nemo likes to thrash the buoyancy right out of them.

Menefreghismo means Obsidian isn’t anxious that Princess Charming got adopted first.

Menefreghismo won’t get us everywhere we need to go — there are, in fact, things that should enrage and outrage and enliven and bestir us (injustice, dodgeball, plant-based ice cream sandwiches).

But I’m convinced (it’s hard not to be swayed by 120 cats) that we could probably stand to mind a great deal less.

We’ll never quite be carefree, you and me. I’ll keep worrying over my precious little words; you’ll keep itching and agitating over the anxieties that are tattooed upon your own beautiful brain. But maybe we can choose to shrug and smile and sprint across our days with just a speckle less stress.

A certain hot blob named Elijah and his 119 best friends are rooting for us.

1 thought on “Menefreghismo cats

  1. Menefreghismo! That is a good word! (So is patoot.) I may not use it in a sentence when filling out my next resume, but it will be nice to have on hand when some of those obscure questions come up in Jeopardy.

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