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.


You know that CAGW is dead when WUWT turns into a cat blog.
REPLY: LOL! The purring, it burns! – Anthony
Glad That Damn Cat has been found without the need for Skilsaw. Enjoyed the photos and engineer-ownership video.
We have owned a number of cats who have lived very long lives, always four at a time. First, a breeder-friend went out of business; we had to help out. Second, as an experience in natural processes for son; we fell in love with ALL three kittens who became Queen Guinevere and Sirs Lancelot and Galahad. Clio was their mother. Now allergies prevent new arrivals and the heart hurts at the absences. Along the way we have had a number of disappearing cat acts; mostly they found themselves, but sometimes we had to discover that impossible tiny space in which they were closed.
Mega is a great Watts’ name given your naming tradition, as is Cubby, but That Damn Cat should always be available.
I have to vote for Mega. That’s inspired. “Megs” she will be to all who love her, but Mega Watt to the world is priceless. It so describes the Watt household. Obscurity is the fate of most of nature’s small critters – elevate her for all her kind!
My feral cat listen’s to his name, Thrassos ( from Thrassivoulos), even when he is not hungry. Sometimes I can stop him attacking another male ( he is the top cat) and come to meby calling him.
Also he understands “No”, and does not try to enter the house if I have said “no”.
Also “come”.
My house cat also turns at his name “Mikroulis”, fed or not. It is an ironic name, because it means “tiny” and he is huge now.
I like NDC Watt. It has a certain authoritarian ring to it. New Damn Cat Watt it should be!
We have had a Birman for 5 yrs now, raised from a kitten.
The cat (as usual) owns us, stands up like a prairie dog, and has fur than never mats.
It will smell our dinner, but never partake of anything, sometimes passing judgement by attempting to bury the dinner plates on the coffee table.
We are happy to know you have a new owner. The Birman has obviously given you your 1st training exercies.
Glad ou found annoying feline-Mega is my vote. had a maine coon mix Hobbes-after the
cartoon character. Equally annoying and fun at the same time. His favorite-“The thing under the bed” maneuver-at 2:00 am.. as you are going to check out a funny sound…
Sounds like you failed to account for the Law of Variable Size. You were assuming the cat would maintain its default length and volume, which wouldn’t fit in the little drawer.
Now, I didn’t read all the comments, but I’m sure some reader could not resist changing Kforestcat’s “kitten photons” to “cat-ions”.
Which one is the cat?
I occupied my time by doing mind experiments of continental drift, oceanic currents, and the Milanchovitch cycle. Plus I have a chest cold I am trying to drown with Hot Toddies. I hate the taste of those things but my BF keeps pouring them down my throat. However, on the up side, the whiskey does a number on my mind’s ability to imagine experiments.
“Top Draw” Or T.D. Watts.
The best two cats in the world owned me. They had kittens together (birthed apart but eventually brought to the same closet box by the moms and nursed as one big happy two mom family), brought mice into the house together and then released to scurry under the couch, hunted snakes and let them loose in my house together, and when too old to chase fast things, brought in slugs together (which they couldn’t let loose because the slugs had matted their cat whiskers into one big snotty mess). They died one year apart. The last one to go stayed by the other’s grave every day, sunning herself on the fence rail above the gravestone.
I am a dog-only owner at the moment because I have plenty of feral cats around the ranch. There is an uneasy truce between species. During the week, the cats rule the barnyard. On the weekends, they are not-so-kindly reminded to stay out of sight.
Forgot to mention their names: Princess (the spittin’ image of the famed Puss n Boots character), and Booties, a tiny runt of a cat with a crooked tail. I witnessed Booties chase to large German Shepards out of the yard once. Princess was fond of lego toys and would retrieve them just like a dog playing ball with its owner.
For want of a better name, Mega Watts has demonstrated his position of authority in the household hierarchical structure. He had to do this quickly, else his attendants would walk all over him, imagining they were running things.
The rules in a house with a cat are fairly simple:
Rule #1: Cats rule.
Rule #2: If in doubt in any unusual situation, see Rule #1.
OOPS. My bad spelling! I meant “Top Drawer”. Damned hot toddies.
Condolences and congrats.
We have had the painful experience of having to euthanize a cat after 12 years.
He pulled the same disappearing stunt the first night we got him from the shelter, and my wife was worried that he was lost somewhere in the (new to him) house, and would starve unless we found him.
After searching throughout the house, we finally decided to call it quits, and went to bed.
The next morning , although we still couldn’t find the critter, the food and water put out had been partially consumed, and there was a deposit in the litter tray. Later the second day we found his hiding spot, a small area in our daughters’ closet.
About three months after we lost our housemate my wife came home with another shelter cat that had been a runaway, but this guy was about a year old according to the shelter.
Talk about changes! This guy was like a kid who had just learned to walk-a handful.
He’s quieted down somewhat, but still is still quite active.
My wife swears that if this cat were a person, he’d be an engineer. Often you can observe how he methodically goes about achieving a task, returning with another solution? if his prior attempt failed to produce a desired result.
As for intelligence, I believe that it’s all relative. Remember, dogs have been domesticated far longer than cats (several thousand years).
Cats are lower maintenance than dogs, but admittedly, dogs are more easily trained; depending on your needs and capabilities, either , or both are great companions.
Always nice to have a family pet.
Good luck !!
Dogs are team players. Cats not so much.
Having 3 cats and 2 dogs, I can say that there are times cats are my favorite and vice versa.
I have trained all 3 of the cats to speak, sit, lay down and am working on the other tricks. Note, that cats even when trained will not always perform as commanded, as sometimes they are simply not in the mood to do tricks…
Our dogs are speak deprived, I tried for so long to get them to speak on command, to no avail. The cats are slowly learning more tricks then them. We have two main coons and one calico, so its all good times. I almost have one cat that has learned the “dead cat” trick which one of our dogs does to an extent, but the other is braindead and barely sits on command…shrug.
Personally, training cats and dogs is about the same as long as you realize that cats will only learn or perform when they want to, which if you have treats out is more then likely yes, I will be a circus animal….
Not sure if I have weird cats or something, but its been something watching them sit and all those tricks. Of course, when we have company and I try to show this off, I never get them to do one trick…but thats the issue with cats in general lol.
Example of dog teamwork:
I have dogs. And people. Lots of both together sometimes. One day with a dozen people and half that many dogs on our dock – everyone dogs included eating, drinking, swimming, and critically for some dogs having a tennis ball thrown in the lake to fetch.
One of my dogs in particular gets pesty wanting someone to throw the ball. He got too pesty and I sent him off the dock to sit on the shore by himself (a timeout basically). So another dog (not one of my dogs) who isn’t in trouble for pestering brings me a ball to throw in the water. I throw it for her. Instead of going to get the ball she swims toward the shore where the dog in “timeout” is sitting. Timeout boy swims out to get the ball, returns to shore, and gives the ball to the waiting dog who isn’t in trouble. She then swims back to the dock with the ball and looks for someone to throw it again. They kept this up for many iterations until I allowed timeout boy back on the dock.
This was spontaneous behavior between young dogs (4 and 2 yrs) where they quickly worked out a relay pattern so both could enjoy swimming and fetching when one wasn’t allowed on the dock from whence it was being thrown. The dogs had been around each other before but not much. They were casual acquaintences lets call it.
That’s pretty amazing if you ask me.
Dogs are team players. Cats not so much.
About purring: a few yrs ago, I saw some reports that it was “tuned” to stimulate/soothe/repair various parts of the cats’ bodies, and that holding a purring cat had similar therapeutic effects on their humans. A spin-off was use of a vibrating pad to stand on for astronauts or the elderly; 15-20 Hz supposedly stimulated bone regen. Etc.
IAC, it seems that cat-vibes are functional, not just monotone humming.
P.S. to the above: I’d meant to mention that the pads’ vibes worked at amplitudes below the sense-able — to soft to feel.
Anthony,
Our youngest son had, as a small child, a beanny-baby kitty, that fit comfortably in his pocket, which he named Minimus. Like yours, it was always getting lost, and as the best friend of our youngest child of four, loss of Minimus was always a family crisis. Minimus always turned up somewhere and today resides in our memory chest along with a surviving scrap of this child’s security blanket.
Anthony, I am very pleased the kitten has shown up. You have had enough grief recently.
Which reminds me: I hope your dear lady wife is doing well.
Thanks for the wonderful story, it was a joy to read.
Mega is a fine name, and he looks like he’s going to be a big guy.
Let’s see now. A physics professor TEACHES the laws of motion and gravity, a kitten APPLIES them.