UPDATE: felis catus reacquired – see below.
In the middle of all the recent family medical troubles, we also lost our cat of 15.5 years, “Minners”, due to age related disease. Minners is seen at left, performing a water quality test.
Minners, whose name was derived from a lineage of cat names, Maximus “Max”, Minimus “Min” and finally “Minners”, was a good student of the cat performing arts and was well within specifications (but often outside of) for Felis Catus in a human domicile.
Yesterday, we got a new kitty, a Birman (for $20 at the local cat rescue of all places), who my wife wants to name “Mega”, simply so she can hear the veterinarian laugh when he has to record “Mega Watts” on the chart. That, and he’ll likely become huge given his size at two months.
Only one problem so far. Less than 24 hours into owning a new kitty, we’ve managed to lose him somewhere inside the house. He’s secreted himself somewhere while clueless humans turn the house upside down. The dog is no help, though we are sure he knows where the cat is hiding. I suppose now I’m going to have to get out the Skilsaw.
And it was all going so well last night:
In the meantime, we’ve turned to this training video for “engineers who own cats” for help, plus breaking news in the world of cat science.
UPDATE: After hours of searching, including using my infrared camera (the one I used in weather station surveys), to search for heat signatures inside furniture, under and in beds, in shelving, and outside at night, our errant kitty finally made himself known. Reader Pamela Gray can sleep tonight.
He was in the small drawer of an end table, a drawer full of clutter, and one we never thought to look in because it was so small. We looked in the other end table drawer.
While we have not named this critter yet, names that come to mind are:
TDC (that damn cat), Houdini, and “cubby”… since we spent the day searching every cubby hole in the house, twice, sometimes three times.
I hate the simultaneous feelings of relief and annoyance at being outwitted by a juvenile feline. ;o)
Our dog and new damn cat get along just fine:
Ok, at least I don’t look as silly as these two guys:
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In cat science news this week, a major breakthrough from MIT:
Cats show perfect balance even in their lapping
New study reveals the subtle dynamics underpinning how felines drink
CAMBRIDGE, Mass. — Cat fanciers everywhere appreciate the gravity-defying grace and exquisite balance of their feline friends. But do they know those traits extend even to the way cats lap milk?
Researchers at MIT, Virginia Tech and Princeton University analyzed the way domestic and big cats lap and found that felines of all sizes take advantage of a perfect balance between two physical forces. The results will be published in the November 11 online issue of the journal Science.
It was known that when they lap, cats extend their tongues straight down toward the bowl with the tip of the tongue curled backwards like a capital “J” to form a ladle, so that the top surface of the tongue actually touches the liquid first. We know this because another MIT engineer, the renowned Doc Edgerton, who first used strobe lights in photography to stop action, filmed a domestic cat lapping milk in 1940.
But recent high-speed videos made by this team clearly revealed that the top surface of the cat’s tongue is the only surface to touch the liquid. Cats, unlike dogs, aren’t dipping their tongues into the liquid like ladles after all. Instead, the cat’s lapping mechanism is far more subtle and elegant. The smooth tip of the tongue barely brushes the surface of the liquid before the cat rapidly draws its tongue back up. As it does so, a column of milk forms between the moving tongue and the liquid’s surface. The cat then closes its mouth, pinching off the top of the column for a nice drink, while keeping its chin dry.
The liquid column, it turns out, is created by a delicate balance between gravity, which pulls the liquid back to the bowl, and inertia, which in physics, refers to the tendency of the liquid or any matter, to continue moving in a direction unless another force interferes. The cat instinctively knows just how quickly to lap in order to balance these two forces, and just when to close its mouth. If it waits another fraction of a second, the force of gravity will overtake inertia, causing the column to break, the liquid to fall back into the bowl, and the cat’s tongue to come up empty.
While the domestic cat averages about four laps per second, with each lap bringing in about 0.1 milliliters of liquid, the big cats, such as tigers, know to slow down. They naturally lap more slowly to maintain the balance of gravity and inertia.
Analyzing the mechanics
In this research, Roman Stocker of MIT’s Department of Civil and Environmental Engineering (CEE), Pedro Reis of CEE and the Department of Mechanical Engineering, Sunghwan Jung of Virginia Tech’s Department of Engineering Science and Mechanics, and Jeffrey Aristoff of Princeton’s Department of Mechanical and Aerospace Engineering used observational data gathered from high-speed digital videos of domestic cats, including Stocker’s family cat, and a range of big cats (tiger, lion and jaguar) from the Boston-area zoos, thanks to a collaboration with Zoo New England’s mammal curator John Piazza and assistant curator Pearl Yusuf. And, in what could be a first for a paper published in Science, the researchers also gathered additional data by analyzing existing YouTube.com videos of big cats lapping.
With these videos slowed way down, the researchers established the speed of the tongue’s movement and the frequency of lapping. Knowing the size and speed of the tongue, the researchers then developed a mathematical model involving the Froude number, a dimensionless number that characterizes the ratio between gravity and inertia. For cats of all sizes, that number is almost exactly one, indicating a perfect balance.
To better understand the subtle dynamics of lapping, they also created a robotic version of a cat’s tongue that moves up and down over a dish of water, enabling the researchers to systematically explore different aspects of lapping, and ultimately, to identify the mechanism underpinning it.
“The amount of liquid available for the cat to capture each time it closes its mouth depends on the size and speed of the tongue. Our research — the experimental measurements and theoretical predictions — suggests that the cat chooses the speed in order to maximize the amount of liquid ingested per lap,” said Aristoff, a mathematician who studies liquid surfaces. “This suggests that cats are smarter than many people think, at least when it comes to hydrodynamics.”
Aristoff said the team benefitted from the diverse scientific backgrounds of its members: engineering, physics and mathematics.
“In the beginning of the project, we weren’t fully confident that fluid mechanics played a role in cat’s drinking. But as the project went on, we were surprised and amused by the beauty of the fluid mechanics involved in this system,” said Jung, an engineer whose research focuses on soft bodies, like fish, and the fluids surrounding them.
The work began three-and-a-half years ago when Stocker, who studies the fluid mechanics of the movements of ocean microbes, was watching his cat lap milk. That cat, eight-year-old Cutta Cutta, stars in the researchers’ best videos and still pictures. And like all movie stars (Cutta Cutta means “stars stars” in an Australian aboriginal language), he likes being waited on. With their cameras trained on Cutta Cutta’s bowl, Stocker and Reis said they spent hours at the Stocker home waiting on Cutta Cutta … to drink, that is. But the wait didn’t dampen their enthusiasm for the project, which very appropriately originated from a sense of curiosity.
“Science allows us to look at natural processes with a different eye and to understand how things work, even if that’s figuring out how my cat laps his breakfast,” Stocker said. “It’s a job, but also a passion, and this project for me was a high point in teamwork and creativity. We did it without any funding, without any graduate students, without much of the usual apparatus that science is done with nowadays.”
“Our process in this work was typical, archetypal really, of any new scientific study of a natural phenomenon. You begin with an observation and a broad question, ‘How does the cat drink?’ and then try to answer it through careful experimentation and mathematical modeling,” said Reis, a physicist who works on the mechanics of soft solids. “To us, this study provides further confirmation of how exciting it is to explore the scientific unknown, especially when this unknown is something that’s part of our everyday experiences.”
Besides their obvious enthusiasm for the work itself, the researchers are also delighted that it builds on Edgerton’s 1940 film of the cat lapping. That film appeared as part of an MGM-released movie called “Quicker’n a Wink,” which won an Academy Award in 1941. Reis and Stocker say they’re moving on to other collaborations closer to their usual areas of research. But their feline friend Cutta Cutta might have Oscar hopes.


A man after my own heart. After we had to have our lovely female cat put to sleep due to cancer, we were really upset. But within 10 days we had two lovely 2 yr old boy cats from the cat rescue to replace her.
The house echoed with “The Boyz are back in Town” by Thin Lizzy for days
One of them is sat on my desk as I type this
Cheers Adrian
Skilsaw? Cat? I know one person who described the sound of bagpipes as someone running a Skilsaw thru a cat. I always thought it sounded more like a bandsaw and a pig personally, but perceptions are different for everyone.
Good luck with the new feline. I’m a dog person myself, though I keep neither due to allergies sadly.
You can’t beat the Simon’s Cat cartoons for getting a hilarious take on typical cat behaviour.
Regards “Mega” and the skill saw.
My guess is “Mega Watts”, being a young male, is feeling a little insecure in the new surroundings. Cats are keenly sensitive to smell and associate odor with territory. It’s likely Mega can smell Minners, but, cant’s find him. So, Mega’s a bit confused. Cats hate change/confusion/conflict. Dollars-to-donuts, “Mega” is “hiding” because he does not want to get into a territorial conflict.
I’d recommend simply locating Mega to satisfy your concern for his safety and then letting things play-out. A good tactic for introducing an older cats into a new home is to put them in their own “room” for a few days. Once they appear interested in the “outside” world then it’s ok to let them gradually explore the house and establish territory.
Good Luck, Kforestcat.
Had the same happen with our last kitten we brought home from the shelter . . . found him curled up in a lower shelf curled up in my big cast iron stew pot . . . . way in the back where it was hard to see him.
He came out after about 48 hours . . . seems they need some time to adjust to their new digs. It was the scratching on the inside of the door that lead us to his hiding spot . . no skill saw required.
Hope your situation works out as well.
You can name your next one “Say”!
…as in “Say Watt?”
Never mind….
If your bed or furniture has netting underneath, the cat may have torn through it, and is hiding in the raftings of your furniture. Without knowing more about your house, it’s hard to tell. My wife once cried for two hours that she must have lost the cat outside. As I approached her to console, the cat was sitting over her shoulder looking at her like she was a stupid human. The cat is now 19 after having been abandoned in an apartment building hallway. Thanks for going the shelter way for your needs, instead of buying a purebred or in a shopping window.
My wife and I are avid cat fanciers, and have a FEW. We spend our Sundays with leukemia cats as well at a local shelter, so we know all the hiding places.
Sorry to hear about your cat Minners.
As for Mega, she/he/it will probably showup during feeding time, mine always did, a good shake with the box or opening a can and there is that welcome feel of a cat rubbing against your legs.
@Kforestcat
A cat is composed of Matter + Anti-Matter + It Doesn’t Matter.
Lucky kitty hid in the boxsprings, as well as under other furniture. Good luck with the new kitty–I’m sure he needs you as much as you need him.
Anthony, you have a disturbing knack of writing a story that makes me worry till you tell us how it ends. I WAS enjoying my Saturday napping!!!!
Sorry to hear of the loss of Minners. I hope your new one is a cuddly one. We adopted a feral one at home six years ago and he really does not like cuddles.
I have a feral visitor at the holiday cottage where I spend half my time, and sometimes he hides and I cannot find him. When I bang two stainless steel pans he comes out running:)
great name, Mega Watts! I’d definitely go with that. it’ll give everyone a chuckle for the entire life of your new kitty!
where the kitty might be hiding…. while you undoubtedly live in a home with higher quality construction than an apartment which I lived in many years ago while I had a young kitten, I found that there was a gap beneath the bathroom sink cabinet which allowed the kitty to climb up over the baseboard and underneath the cabinet. nearly broke my arm getting her out but i was terrified to leave her there since there were other oddities of that apartment which made me worry about hidden gaps and holes that she might fall into. so, you might indeed need the skilsaw but it’ll be worth it and you’ll have a great story to tell too. best wishes on the new kitty and my condolences on the lose of the elder cat. I have gone through that loss twice now and it’s always very sad. When my first pet ever, Hedi, died, I cried for 2 solid weeks. Sockies had passed a few years earlier due to a sudden illness and I was, of course, devastated but there’s something about losing your first pet that just ripped me apart.
I have this Springer Spaniel he was raised with cats. He thinks all cats are his buddies.
We recently lost our old tabby cat, but she set the ground rules. “NO! ears lowered and
Fangs showing do not mean kitty play!” ” I am an old ,grouchy , arthritic cat! closer,puppy dog!” Whack! on the black, rubbery nose, and that was it. The Springer
would go to the other side of living room to avoid that cat. Which is what she wanted…
You should be ashamed having a pet cat! According to the Greens the carbon footprint of a cat is about the same as that of medium sized Toyota.
Hi Mega,
What an interesting name, wish we could meet some day. I’m Mi mi, I’m a pert ginger lady with, I’m told, gorgeous eyes and a very cute tail.
I keep a human, he calls himself Stephen Brown but I call him “Serf”. He demonstrates the idiocy of human-kind perfectly. Do you know, it has taken me years of intensive training to get him to learn such simple commands as ” Open the door to let me out”, “Now open the door and let me in”, “I want food”, “My hot-water bottle needs filling (it does get chilly here in England and a girl has to have her beauty-sleep uninterrupted)” and “I’m ready for bed so tuck me in, properly”.
I have had to resort to some pretty brutal treatment of my Serf over the years. I’ve found the the tried-and-trusted “Fur ball on the pillow” works well in most circumstances, though I have had to resort to the rather more serious “Carpet Clawing” and “”Mattress Shredding” techniques when the Serf is being particularly obtuse. Usually, though, our feline repertoire of assorted howls and meows serves to keep my Serf in line.
I know that it sounds difficult, but it does pay dividends when you “reward” your Serf with the occasional purr and gentle head-butt. If you can bring yourself to undergo the indignity you will find that actually sitting on your Serf’s lap will bring great rewards in his attitude and behaviour.
I’m pleased to see that your Serf has found it necessary to wail to the world that your “I’m Hiding to Make You Appreciate ME More” trick is having such a devastating effect.
Well done!
Meow, Mrrrrrr,
Mi mi.
Great site , been a fan for a long time. As to Mega, once had a kitten who hid INSIDE a couch, got in between cushions and the back when you were sitting on it. When you got up, the ‘door’ closed and you could hear him goofing around in the sofa back. Good luck.
Thank-you Anthony for providing a grumpy, argumentative old so-and-so with some humour. That is not to say that Josh does not make me smile. Spontaneous laughter, however, keeps me smiling for hours, adding much to the worrisome nature of Mrs Eng, who sometimes, I am sure, thinks that wine is not my only pastime.
Good luck finding Mega! I concur with others here who are or have been owned by cats, food is the best means of finding them. Try something oily and smelly, like salmon or sardines, lightly warmed to encourage the flavor to waft around to wherever the little rascal is hiding.
If you’d rather make the vet groan, you can name him “Killer”. Imagine how much difficulty he’d have keeping a straight face as he’s introduced to “Killer Watts”.
“Killer” Watts?
Good luck finding the cat. Keep looking. We had a kitten that had climbed a ladder next to an old wardrobe box. Needless to say she fell in. We could hear her cry, but we could not find her. It took a while but we did find her.
Keep us updated with cat pics.
Millie is also a good cat name, and imples a lower carbon footprint !
Get a mouse, release it in the house.
The cat will kill it, and bring it back to you to show off its hunting prowess.
If this doesn’t work, get more cats to catch the mouse 🙂
I was arguing with Lori about dogs being smarter than cats (dogs are smarter, yet I prefer cats). I said cats don’t even know their own name and I challenged her to summon her cat.
She made a strange trilling noise and sure enough, the cat immediately appeared out of nowhere. I was impressed.
Then she smiled and said, “I just promised to feed her.”
PERLEESE….
Cats give stringy meat at best. If you must write this sort of crap pleaee stick to the delights of Aberdeen Angus, Welsh lamb, vancouver lobsters etc.
I am a dog guy, so I am afraid I do not understand why someone would want a pet that does not give a toss about them, but only what is in their cupboard. I do understand the sting of losing a pet, as my german shepherd lived to 15 and it was devastating when we lost him. He could outsmart most people. Sharp as a tack that one. My condolences and sympathies on the loss, and congrats on the new yet elusive family member. P.S. – I wanted to name our next dog “Dixon” , but the missus wouldn’t let me. 8^D