Tuesday, March 23, 2010

Feline Education

Train accidents, baby-snatching, nuclear power plant accidents - all manner of terrible things happen because people weren't paying attention for a few moments. So Neutrino's trying to help us, training us not to leave anything unattended for even a single second.

(Note: when you have to bring up nuclear disasters and kidnapping to turn your pet's behaviour into a good thing, there may be room for improvement).

He's not a cat - he's a glass-seeking missile. You'd be safer leaving a drink inside a pinball table because there's a small chance the ball will fall between the flippers, but none that Neutrino will miss. You've be better off just dropping your drink and hoping gravity doesn't notice (which still wouldn't work, as Neutrino would soar through the air to take it out moments later.)

You can tell he's trying to teach us - on the few occasions we've had more warning than a loud crashing (from another room), a low swearing (from ourselves), and the patter of tiny quadruped feet (running like hell), he knows exactly what he's doing. He locks eyes with you then reaches out his paw - magnetically attracted to the breakable by some unknown fifth force of the universe - and taps it over.

Some people talk about baby-proofing their homes, but we're way ahead of them: any toddler would need special forces demolitions training to outdo our existing Neutrino defenses. And as any physicist will tell you, it's wasted: you can't keep neutrinos out of anything - they almost completely ignore normal matter until they hit it. Scientists use vast tanks of chlorine. I can do the same with a single martini glass (or at least I could, but no longer have a single martini glass. Or regular glass. Or several varieties of cup.)

His other favorite things are trash bins, or "Neutrino Present Collection Vessels" (as they apparently translate into feline). Throw something in and he's there like he heard sleigh bells on December 24th. Again, it's all for the best: training me to empty the bins approximately every minute, or sometimes skip the bin and just carry every piece of trash direct to the disposal.

And do we still love him? Of course we do. Would I love anyone else who rummaged through my trash and smashed my stuff? Since the only other type of person who does that is a stalker, I'll have to get much more famous to find out.

Friday, February 12, 2010

Three Views on Getting a Cat Together



Views arranged in order from least-to-most important, apparently.

Tuesday, February 9, 2010

Scientific Americat


Update: This was picked up by Kate Wong, aka "Editor of the actual Scientific American." Cool!

Tuesday, February 2, 2010

Cat Rubix Cube #1

It looks like the first one was a little easy. Not a mistake I'll repeat!

Monday, February 1, 2010

Neutrino Predicts The Superbowl!

That's right, our cat has cast the future and predicted that the Saints will win the Superbowl. We gave him $50 and asked him to tell the future - read what happened after that here!

Wednesday, January 20, 2010

Neutrino's New House!

Cats can't conceive of their owners buying anything that isn't for them, which is why they watchi intently as you remove the useless stuffing any boxes you bring home before leaping into their new toy. They think it's cute that you amuse yourself with what, to them, appears as unnecessarily complicated packing foam.

(And I only wrote "owners" in that previous sentence so you wouldn't get upset about "slaves." )

Cats LOVE boxes. We're not sure what instinct drives them to leap into any cardboard container they can find, and can only imagine that there used to be some sort of delicious reverse-turtle mouse which moved around the savannas inside an opened container.

Xin and I are inveterate stuff-getters, on the grounds that
  1. Stuff is awesome
  2. I can afford stuff now
Anyone with experience in material wealth will know that this turns our apartment into an infinite box generator where storage space is constantly subdivided into tighter and tighter rearrangements of cardboard Tetris. Once the warranties expire these containers are consigned to recycling, but then I realised: why re-use them for the good of the entire planet when I can instead re-use them for a single cat?



It'll also make it easier for us to actually unpack things

The humble first step in this packing palace is the box of a humidifier we puck up in Pacific Mall: it's already ended the days of waking up with burning sandpaper where our throats used to be, and because we bought it in a cheap Chinese housewares store I'm fairly sure the return policy expires before you even pay for it. Not exactly an expansive estate - more a cardboard kennel - but Neutrino moved in almost instantly.

Behold!

The Neutrino is IN

But he doesn't welcome visitors:


(I think I'll have him answer the door next time someone tries to sell stuff.)