My year in opera, with cats

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Six years ago today the little grey kitten later to be known as lady Jane Grey arrived from the Humane Society.

She's so grown up now:


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I have long been of the belief that cats' names come to them. One can't force the naming of a cat. Patience is required. Nicknames are another thing. They are earned or accumulated. For example Lady Jane Grey is variously Jane Bonkynose and Squeaky McSqueaklepuss. She has definitely earned these.

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The contribution of cats to quantum theory is well known but I think key areas of cat related quantum research have been neglected. Based on the fact that Jane now sleeps either next to my head or on my shoulder and I sleep much better as a result I suspect that there is a previously unaccounted for phenomenon operating. I posit a new fundamental ( Read more... )

I have a snuggly grey cat on my lap and, like the bengals, she is healthy and hasn't been eating tainted catfood. This makes me very happy though my sympathies go to those of you with high temperature bengals or cats who have been eating the recalled brands. I hope everybody makes it through OK ( Read more... )

Years of playing flanker in the days when rucking was very much allowed has made me relatively immune to a certain small grey cat running up my back in claw assisted fashion but I really would prefer not to have blood stains on my shirts ( Read more... )

Up until now we've been putting the kittens in the kitten condo at night. With the tabbies having GI problems it just made sense to make sure that when they were unsupervised they were close to a litter box. Last night though, with just the black and white here at present we gave her the run of the apartment. Normally this results in much kitten ( Read more... )

lisekit challenged me to find five songs with "cat" in the title. Leaving aside Mr. Lloyd-Webber's treatment of T.S.Eliot which alone has more than five such songs, I offer you the following selection:

( More cat songs than you can shake a cat toy at )

I was out running again this morning which, incidentally, is not much fun in the prevailing heat and humidity. There's a buffet restaurant built from old rail cars on Queen's Quay that I regularly run past. It houses a largish feral cat colony. This morning one of them was lying dead on the grass right next to the sidewalk. There was no obvious ( Read more... )