New Felis Catus; humans drool, cat rules

http://wattsupwiththat.files.wordpress.com/2009/10/minners_cat.jpgUPDATE: 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.

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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 know where the cat is hiding.
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Dennis Dunton
November 13, 2010 7:56 pm

For those of you who’ve never seen this….put drink down BEFORE reading,
How To Give A Cat A Pill
1. Pick up cat and cradle it in the crook of your left arm as
if holding a baby. Position right forefinger and thumb on either side
of cat’s mouth and gently apply pressure to cheeks while holding pill
in right hand. As cat opens mouth, pop pill into mouth. Allow cat to
close mouth and swallow.
2. Retrieve pill from floor and cat from behind sofa. Cradle
cat in left arm and repeat process.
3. Retrieve cat from bedroom, and throw soggy pill away.
4. Take new pill from foil wrap, cradle cat in left arm,
holding rear paws tightly with left hand. Force jaws open and push
pill to back of mouth with right forefinger. Hold mouth shut for a
count of ten.
5. Retrieve pill from goldfish bowl and cat from top of
wardrobe. Call spouse from garden.
6. Kneel on floor with cat wedged firmly between knees, hold
front and rear paws. Ignore low growls emitted by cat. Get spouse to
hold head firmly with one hand while forcing wooden ruler into mouth
Drop pill down ruler and rub cat’s throat vigorously.
7. Retrieve cat from curtain rail, get another pill from foil
wrap. Make note to buy new ruler and repair curtains. Carefully sweep
shattered figurines and vases from hearth and set to one side for
gluing later.
8. Wrap cat in large towel and get spouse to lie on cat with
head just visible from below armpit. Put pill in end of drinking
straw, force mouth open with pencil and blow down drinking straw.
9. Check label to make sure pill not harmful to humans, drink 1
beer to take taste a way. Apply Band-Aid to spouse’s forearm and
remove blood from carpet with cold water and soap.
10. Retrieve cat from neighbor’s shed. Get another pill. Open
another beer. Place cat in cupboard, and close door on to neck, to
leave head showing. Force mouth open with dessert spoon. Flick pill
down throat with elastic band.
11. Fetch screwdriver from garage and put cupboard door back on
hinges. Drink beer. Fetch bottle of scotch. Pour shot, drink. Apply
cold compress to cheek and check records for date of last tetanus
shot. Apply whiskey compress to cheek to disinfect. Toss back another
shot. Throw Tee shirt away and fetch new one from bedroom.
12. Call fire department to retrieve the damn cat from across
the road. Apologize to neighbor who crashed into fence while swerving
to avoid cat. Take last pill from foil wrap.
13. Tie the little bastard’s front paws to rear paws with
garden twine and bind tightly to leg of dining table, find heavy-duty
pruning gloves from shed. Push pill into mouth followed by large
piece of filet steak. Be rough about it. Hold head vertically and
pour 2 pints of water down throat to wash pill down.
14. Consume remainder of scotch. Get spouse to drive you to the
emergency room, sit quietly while doctor stitches fingers and forearm
and removes pill remnants from right eye. Call furniture shop on way
home to order new table.
15. Arrange for SPCA to collect mutant cat from hell and call
local pet shop to see if they have any hamsters.
Conversely (and for the sake of completion)…
How To Give A Dog A Pill
1. Wrap it in bacon.
2. Toss it in the air

climatebeagle
November 13, 2010 8:28 pm

When I was a child we lost a kitten for a while that was shut in a single room, the kitchen, and being in England it wasn’t that big of a room. Eventually we found the kitten at the back of the fridge, tucked in under the motor. Guess it was nice and warm there.

Robert Morris
November 13, 2010 8:58 pm

As ever, I’m a day late and a dollar short.
Glad to know you got your Birman back – I know how insane the breed is; I have 4! Be ready to kiss goodbye to your fabric furniture, Birmans pwn soft furnishing.
Against that they are stupidly affectionate and will think nothing of throwing themselves at our feet for a tummy rub – usually as you climb or descend the stairs!
Anyhow, well done and carry on.

Evan Jones
Editor
November 13, 2010 9:06 pm

Glad you found the cat. I had to keep checking back all day until you did.
Did you find it using the IR camera, or just part of the normal search?
REPLY: he announced himself in pushing junk out of the drawer on exit. – A

Rhoda R
November 13, 2010 9:12 pm

One morning I heard a cat meowing out side my front door. I opend the door and the cat sauntered into the house. Resident house cat hissed and spat. Strange cat ignored him. Strange cat wandered into bedroom and helped himself to the bed. A couple of hours later (forgetting the stranger was on the bed) I closed the bedrood door. Sounds of torture from behind bedrood door. God! Did I lock the dog in there with the cat? No. Opened door to bedroom. Cat was still lying on the bed but now he was yeowling. Stopped when he saw me. That was my into to my second cat — Yeller.

Tom in Alaska
November 13, 2010 9:27 pm

A Birman! Excellent luck you have in getting a rescue cat. The best breed I’ve had in a dozen cats. Enjoy.

November 13, 2010 9:28 pm

I vote for Houdini.
I lost my feline buddy (he was 21 years old, and I’d had him for close to half my life) a few years ago. I miss him terribly, he was the coolest cat I’ve ever known (and I’ve had my fair share of cats over my lifetime). I still haven’t been able to bring myself to replace him. A friend of mine who knew him well put up a memorial on the web for him. That is how cool he was.
Well, I almost got a kitten last week, but then wisely realized that as a single man with a fulltime job, the task of raising a kitten was beyond my ability. I talk cat pretty well (that means that I let them run my life) so a nice adult shelter cat might fit me better. Maybe in the next couple of months — I still have to get rid of the ex’s stuff to make the place more cat proof.

November 13, 2010 9:34 pm

As far as the giving a cat a pill thing here is my formula:
1) Bury pill in anti-hairball gel.
2) Put concoction on finger.
3) Hold finger in front of cat’s nose.
4) Cat sucks the whole thing down in one gulp.
Worked every time, but my cat loved the hairball gel.

DJ Meredith
November 13, 2010 9:47 pm

Anthony,
My sincere condolences on the loss of your dear friend.
My condolences too on having a new owner. (I know, you THINK you selected a new kitty, but that’s not how it works.)
Your new addition is going to need training…. I suggest this site, for kitty, and for you to keep things in perspective…..
http://icanhascheezburger.com/

Rob M
November 13, 2010 9:48 pm

Dennis Dunton says:
November 13, 2010 at 7:56 pm
-I laughed till I cried
Not eco-friendly our cats.
The stray ginger tom who came to stay for four years would use energy in a wasteful way,cooking himself in front of the coal fire till his fur was too hot to touch.
The white tom hated alternative energy,refusing to go out on windy days.
The black and white queen wasted food eating only the fore-quarters of mice leaving the hind bits .

Scott in VA
November 13, 2010 9:54 pm

Anthony,
Great to hear you have found your errant kitty. What a beautiful Chin. How old is he/she/it? We have two. Sometimes they think and act like they are cats!
REPLY: Yes Japanese Chins are the most catlike of dogs. This one, he is 2 now. – Anthony

Jeff Alberts
November 13, 2010 10:36 pm

Cat: noun – One helluva nice animal, often mistaken for a meatloaf.
Thank you Mr. Kliban.

Anton
November 13, 2010 10:52 pm

David Ball says:
“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. ”
Apparently, you’ve never had a cat. My cats are every bit as loving, playful, and interactive as any of my dogs have been; they love playing fetch (they bring things for me to throw, retrieve them, and bring them back, dropping them on my lap to throw again), chase, and hide-and-seek, and exhibit extremely high intelligence.
It all comes down to how one perceives, raises, and treats them. I treat all of my animals, regardless of species, as loved, loving, interesting, intelligent family members, and that’s how they behave. When strangers come to the house, they express amazement and disbelief at their intelligence. Friends and relatives are used to it.
I’ve never had a stupid animal or a bad one, and I’ve had maybe a hundred or more animals. I don’t have a single complaint about any of them.
Incidentally, don’t let a cat go without food in the hopes it will show up eventually. Cats HAVE to eat regularly, or their livers can shut down, causing irreversible damage; this is why vets force feed them in hospitals if they won’t eat on their own. I’ve dealt with this issue, and it can be a nightmare.

Evan Jones
Editor
November 13, 2010 11:25 pm

Lori’s current cat was given (read: “forced on”) her by her mother, who was a terrible owner. It was in very poor shape and very antisocial. But smart, for a cat.
When her mother came to visit, the cat set up the most piteous, despairing howling I ever heard out of a cat. She hissed at her and wouldn’t let her anywhere near. (Lori was very pleased by this fact.) Her mother visited her very infrequently, but the cat never forgot and reacted the same way every time. She still has that cat. It is far from my favorite cat (her former cat, the one from the previous story, a completely wonderful cat), but she is definitely the “most improved” cat I know of.

AlanG
November 14, 2010 12:24 am

Sorry to hear you lost Minners. Our cat (a Burmese) will be 22 in January. Her brother had to be put down about 3 years ago. He went blind 2 years before the end but coped with it really well – just like a human blind person adapts. He could find his way around the house without bumping into things. At the end he became senile and stopped eating and drinking. He became so dehydrated that he only had a day or two left. The vet ended the suffering. Our last one is frail but her condition is still stable. She’s on pills for her kidneys and arthritis. Good healthcare has given her extra years of life but the waiting isn’t fun.

November 14, 2010 12:42 am

We are approaching the blessed first anniversary of Climategate.
Consider, therefore, naming that damned cat “Phil Jones.”
He spent much effort and kindled much trouble evading exposure before getting discovered.

Graham Dick
November 14, 2010 12:43 am

If you have a budgie, it could have been worse.

November 14, 2010 12:53 am

I’m more a cat person than a dog person myself. I grew up on a farm and one of our cats had about 6 kittens in the hayshed. They were OK until one day when they were a few weeks old and all the kittens had disappeared. I could hear a very qiet and plaintive “miaow” coming from a kitten somewhere in the barn. The mother cat was pretty distressed and I set about hunting for the missing offspring. I found an average of one every ton of hay bales I carried out of the shed and by the time I had found them all there was more hay outside than in.

Cold Englishman
November 14, 2010 2:27 am

It’s just got to be Mega. My Labrador is called Millie, so sorry it’s already in use. With a surname like Watts it’s brilliant. By the way Mr Watts, any relation?

Noelene
November 14, 2010 2:41 am

Evan
researchers say dogs do not respond to their name either,it is the tone of voice.I own both dogs and cats,Both species respond to their name.Sometimes my cats will look at me when I call them as if to say what is in it for me.or yawn–can’t be bothered right now,or meow(I’m busy) My dogs will come every time.Loyalty or stupidity?
That’s why I believe cats are smarter.They manipulate their owners.
I am sure I could train a cat to herd mice up a hill.he he

Andrew
November 14, 2010 2:55 am

Cats are the most beautifully designed hunting machines, however, give me a dog any day.
I was once walking our two dogs at the time and a man walking on the other side of the road yelled out “What’s better than a dog?” I had no answer. “Two dogs!” was his reply.
A quote from the book “Why dogs are better than cats” by Bradley Trevor Greive –
“To a dog, every morsel is a feast. Every kind word, a symphony of delight. Every pat, a thunderclap of joy.”
” In their minds, every time you go out for a walk together you are ascending the steps toward heaven.”

banjo
November 14, 2010 5:33 am

For the rare occasions your moggy gets manky.
http://www.craigslist.org/about/best/van/238094636.html

Dave Springer
November 14, 2010 5:39 am

Name him “Missing” in recognition of the drawer incident and you get a double entendre “Missing Watt” at Trenberth’s expense.

Paul Coppin
November 14, 2010 6:53 am

“researchers say dogs do not respond to their name either,it is the tone of voice.”
This is nonsense. Dogs learn the meanings of words, within their capacity, the same way people do, by association. I had a smart shepherd X mongrel who not only learned word association with objects, but could discriminate associations: “go get Ming’s bowl” [name of another dog], “go get your bowl”, “get your water dish”. She wasn’t taught the phraseology, only the associations of “bowl”. Ming, purebred Gordon Setter…smart?… not so much…:). Tone changed everytime she was sent out to get the food dishes., and she only had a one three chance of getting it right. Rarely failed, never failed more than once.

November 14, 2010 7:47 am

Whew! Cubby is purrfect :0)