Cattabil

A person who eats cats.

Damn, that girl just gulped that cat down, shes a cattabil

by Mellisssa1212 May 12, 2010

Cattail

A wetland plant that looks like a wiener. The cattail comes from the genus typha. A cattail has a brown, fuzzy flower and erect green leaves.

My cousin picked a cattail from the pond and told me that it was a hairy hotdog

by Diamond.gal33 December 28, 2018

Cattail Fluff

When she wakes you up in the early morning hours by lowering and grinding her asshole on your face reverse cowgirl while working your limp dick into a raging hard on.

Sorry I’m late for work.

This is your last warning. You’ve been late all week.

I know. She keeps doing the cattail fluff on me and I end up clapping them cheeks.

Well in that case, they can be excused. Clap on my good man.

by Dick Onchin October 1, 2020

cattails

long skinny breasts, usually unbraed ,hanging breasts

please put a bra on those cattails!

by darose February 4, 2010

cattail ninjas

1. Some rad girlie band from Portland, Maine.
2. Ninjas that fight with cattails.

1. "Those Cattail Ninja girls are pretty rad, and so's their music."
2. "Capisic Pond is FULL of those cattail ninjas, so you better watch out, FOOL!"

by the guhllies. October 23, 2005

cantabilism

n. - a musical condition where one is so concerned about playing a beautiful melody that one plays too softly to be heard - literally, the melody eating itself.

When the cantabilistic pianist played the Moonlight Sonata, the people in the back rows of the auditorium simply got up and left.

by Imagipioneer January 28, 2004

Molotov Cattail

A violent and somewhat revolutionary act, whereby one takes a mason jar, a flammable liquid of some variety, a roll of duct tape, and, of course, a live, adorable, mewling kitten. You take the jar, fill it a depth of roughly half the cat's length, dangle the kitten head first into the jar (barely deep enough for it's snout to be submerged), securely tape the kitten's haunches/hindquarters into the mouth of the jar, light it's tail, and throw it at the offending party. Preferably, the elderly, for being slow... and smelly. And old.

I was sitting on my porch, and Old Man Jenkins hobbled by. Naturally, I was consumed with a ravenous, hellbound fury and an unquenchable thirst to take his life, via a good ol' Molotov Cattail. My life sentence starts Thursday.

Totally worth it.

by Kamui Takahashi November 8, 2009