I probably spout gibberish syllables more than I realize--when I've dropped something, knocked something over, or when my cat has bitten my feet. One of those impromptu outbursts, however, has become a recurring bit for me.
Weeks ago, when my cat was about to start eating my dinner, I admonished her, "Neef noff snorf gabeefsbop!"
I have no idea if I was channeling some other language when asking Collette to stop eating my food. I knew those syllables had legs, however, when I started singing them to the tune of "Big Rock Candy Mountain."
I've written before that I don't know how the mind works in these matters; in this case, however, I really don't understand.
