hobbcat 

A ridiculously large cat weighing at least 40 lbs. When written as a "40Lb cat," is misread as "hobb cat" as a way for the reader's brain to make sense of the description since there is no way "40-lb cat" could be right!

May also be used to describe a Hobbit-eating cat.

I was visiting Rachelle's house and was about to sit down when the furniture moved and meowed angrily - it wasn't an ottoman, it was a hobbcat!

hobbcat by B3X January 7, 2011

hobbmate 

1. It is basically a fellow human being who have the craving for the same things as you. (hobby+mate)
2. It's your your long lost twin separated at the time you were created, and will give your life a whole new meaning once you find them. It's the best form of best friend you can find. They'd understand & do all the stupid things with you.
3. It's coined by Hobbmate who also owns the trademark for the word, which is off-course the new social app as Insta is dying because of its shitty non-chronological feed as you may guess.

Human1: Hey you also love this stupid game? I thought I was the only one.
Another Human: OMG! You too? I thought no one will understand me.
Human1: Whoa this means we're hobbmates!!!

Another Human: Where were you my whole life?
Human1 thinking the same & wondering why are you still reading this for so long.

hobbmate by Urban Tonny February 25, 2018

hobocat 

a cat or kitten that sleeps in a cardboard box for long periods of time and cries pathetically at you for attention when you pass by, not unlike a hobo asking for spare change

"My roommate's hobocat is acting like no one ever loves it or feeds it."

hobocat by tSmashley October 20, 2011

hobocatsnow

(noun) A chaotic, almost mystical being who has comfort, survival, and absurd luxury collide. They have energy of someone (or something) that drifts freely like a stray cat, improvises like a wanderer, yet somehow stumbles into oddly specific moments of softness, beauty, or indulgence.

It can be the vibe of eating something unexpectedly high-quality while emotionally feral. Of building a strange little kingdom out of scraps and vibes. Of being both disheveled and divinely curated at the same time.

It’s when your life is 60% chaos, 30% questionable decisions, and 10% accidental luxury. You’re sitting on the floor, wrapped in a blanket that may or may not be clean, eating something weirdly expensive like you planned this all along.

HoboCatSnow is the art of being slightly feral… but with taste.

“I was sitting on the floor eating $500 caviar in an old hoodie with holes I’ve had for 20 years while ignoring all my responsibilities… pure HoboCatSnow energy.”

hobocatsnow by HoboCatSnow March 21, 2026