Tag: cats
cat’s cradle
(Edit 14/4/2013: anyone looking for invisible cat hammocks won’t find them here. You might try physicscentral for a light-hearted look at the subject, or download the pdf on graphene from the Nobel Prize site)
paws for thought
Years ago, I used to have an orange-brown tabby. She was a perfectly normal short-haired cat, but skinny and delicate. She had one or two pink pads, but mostly her paw pads were black, and I always suspected this indicated that she had Siamese ancestors.
At last count there were five black cats ranging around the finca and, although I haven’t got close to the two smallest, when I saw these paws on the windowsill, I was struck by the fact that the three siblings born 15 months ago all have black pads.
After some brief on-line research, I find that this is to be expected, although, if I’ve understood correctly, it would theoretically be possible for a black cat to have pink paws.
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missing
Well, the post title says it all, I suppose, though the photo is a little misleading as the cat in question is now over a year old.
He was one of the more docile of the semi-ferals who keep down the rodent population in our over-sized garden.
I was particularly fond of him as he reminded me of the cat who was the inspiration for Clementine, a poem you can read in the post nine lives, from last year.
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bird watching
The cat in the picture – who, I’ve just realised, was one year old yesterday – would, presumably prefer to have dinner on the wing than settle for the supermarket kibble we bought last time.
The birds actually built the nest directly above the cat-house where the kittens were being nursed last spring, which seemed a little fool-hardy. I assume it’s the same pair that have come back this year and refurbished it.
If I thought long enough, I expect I’d come up with a pun on ‘swallow’, but since the blog has been a bit neglected recently, maybe I’ll leave that up to the readers.
don't confuse the narrator 