I'd love to have a teuthologist installed in my home, but I'm afraid it might clash with the poet I had installed last year. As you know, poets are both clean and warm and most are far above the norm (whether here or on the roam, have a poet in every home). Perhaps I could exchange my bloody daffodil Wordsworth for a Tennyson, but then I'd worry about fights breaking out when he declaims his "Kraken" verses.
Ah the heck with it. I'll arrange for shipping the teuthologist and his feline minions, in exchange for a guarantee that the teuthologist will not play recordings (or sing accapella renditions) of "Song Sung Blue." I've painful associations of that song with an ex-girlfriend.
We have a phrase down here in NZ that goes "I'm a box of fluffys" - same sort of thing as a 'happy camper', although I understand that a 'box of fluffys' has quite a dfferent meaning in the UK (so a little bird told me)..... and 'happy camper' might have a different meaning in different circles also. Let's just say that everything is 'fine, fine, fine'.
Why would it be anything but fine .... tiz 7am and Neil Diamond is playing away in the background. Life just doesn't get any better than this!
....if I throw in 4 cats would it make a difference (only 3 properly house-trained). That little white she-devil no-longer kitten left quite a surprise for me on the rug that I step onto fresh out of the shower this morning! Had to wash between my toes (can't remember when I last did that actually).