Little pusspuss aka cpollard; somebody whose arse flaps as soon as an unfamiliar person calls the phone. Particularly when asked a question he doesn't know the answer to, thus whimpering, panicking and looking around furiously in anxiety for somebody to rescue him from the situation.
Remember when that guy couldn't see his van from his window and cpollard started crying, what a little pusspuss.
A Shackteau is a humble, weather-beaten, structurally questionable shelter located in a spectacular or highly coveted place—Wales, Jackson Hole, Sun Valley, Crested Butte, coastal Maine, the Alps—where the building itself may be worth almost nothing, but the dirt, view, access, and mythology make it absurdly valuable.
In use:
Shackteâu - We thought it was an abandoned shed until the realtor called it a rare alpine Shackteâu with unobstructed views and listed it for $2 million.