Cuddy

Being summoned to the cuddy to breakfast, I had not been there five minutes when I turned deadly sick, was obliged to retire to my cot […] .

It was a strong measure I own, walking into your cuddy, and calling for drink as if I was the Captain […]

The sight of that watery-eyed old Jones mopping his bald head with a red cotton handkerchief, the sorrowing yelp of the dog, the squalor of that fly-blown cuddy which was the only shrine of his memory, threw a veil of inexpressibly mean pathos over Brierly’s remembered figure, the posthumous revenge of fate for that belief in his own splendour which had almost cheated his life of its legitimate terrors.

folk said the cuddy had bided so long with Pooty that whenever it opened its mouth to give a bit bray it started to stutter.

1840-1841, Thomas Hood, "Miss Kilmansegg and Her Precious Leg" It cost more tricks and trouble, by half, Than it takes to exhibit a six-legged calf To a boothful of country cuddies.

I can't lie, I like to get high and figure-8 when I drive / Blow doja rope in the sky for all my cuddies that died

I could never imagine myself raising my hand to hit my Jasmine. She's my cuddy. We practically grew up together.

Good night to my cuddies.. meek.. drake.. the ghostwriter and el chapo