Higgy Piggy Meets Fat Cat

September 10, 2013

a fat cat

Fat Cat is a rhyming game in which one person supplies a clue, such as, “a rodent abode,” and the other must come up with a rhyming response, like, “mouse house.” I grew up calling the game “fat cat,” but a quick internet search reveals that everybody else calls it “Hig Pig,” or “higgy piggy.”  What’s a “hig”? What’s a “higgy”? I don’t know.

In previous posts, I’ve brought you Fat Cat rhymes sure to impress your linguistic lackeys. In this post, I delve further into the realms of top level Fat Cats that should only be used in emergencies, against your highest level opponents. Here they are; use them judiciously.

A subtle crook: A Subliminal Criminal

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Word is a Funny

March 19, 2013

Blog posts need pictures. Here’s one:

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Funny is a word, and by the Commutative Law, word is a funny. Here are some ways that word is a funny:

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an extremely important Daisybrain story

January 18, 2013

Daisy BrainDarker

Greta wants some better cheddar for Henrietta who is making enchiladas. And if you’d ever met her, you’d know you’d better let her get her some better cheddar. Although not the best choice of cheese, at least it’s cheap cheese. So you let Greta get a choice chunk of cheddar to make a whole lotta enchilada.

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More Fat Cats

January 5, 2013

Fat Cat is a word game for two or more people; think of a rhyming adjective and noun, such as “fat cat.” Describe it with synonyms, such as “obese feline.” The other person tries to guess your phrase.

In previous posts, located under these two daisies,
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I’ve supplied readers with killer Fat Cat suggestions so they, like I, can rule supreme in the world of impressing family members on long car trips. Recently, I noticed my Synonym Senses tingling; at first I thought there was definitional danger afloat in the Land of Linguistics (the lexicographical center of the Continent of Conversatia). I quickly picked up my grammar hammer and was about to conjugate into action, crushing syntax sinners and word wasters when it occurred to me that the problem was that my literati legions had exhausted their supplies of witty Fat Cat zingers and were desperate for a new list to unleash upon those foolish enough to challenge their linguistic leadership. So here it is:

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