Thursday 3rd November 2022 Cats don’t understand entropy . . . the Third Law of Thermodynamics remains a mystery to them . . . This morning this thought crossed my mind as I was washing the previous evening’s cat dishes . . . eight cats generates a lot of cat dirty dishes . . I was being watched by one of our female Siamese, Tilly, who was perched on the draining board in the utility room . . . “You know what I am doing, don’t you, Tilly?”. I asked her . . . . “I am preventing entropy - if I didn’t do this the universe, or our little corner of it would descend into chaos” . . . Tilly sniffed and had a lick of her bottom . . if you have been around cats for any length of time you will know this is a major thing for them. . . . . I have a cat collar identity disc that belonged to one of my sadly still missed Devons , Lucas. . . on one side it bore his name and our telephone number, and the legend “Reward if found lost” . . . . We stopped using it because it was costing me a fortune every time he stepped out of doors. . . . the local kids would hide behind the back fence, entice Lucas over the fence, and then bring him to the front door . . “We found your lost cat, sir, is there a reward?” Anyway . . the other side of the disc says. “I Can Lick my Balls” . . . Cats . . don’t ya love ‘em . . . . I thought of telling Tilly the reason I spend two hours a week hoovering and dusting on a Thursday morning was also my small part in preventing the slow descent into entropy that would surely happen if I stayed in bed instead . . . the Hird Law cannot be denied . . And if the Third Law doesn’t get us, the incineration of the planets nearest the Sun will when it uses up its nuclear fuel and becomes a red giant . . . in approximately 5 billion years by my £25 Timex EverRight . . . I found a simple way to explain entropy once . . . . In the animal rescue charity shop we had a large bookcase . . . . it was part of my regular morning tasks on a Saturday to tidy it up . . all the thrillers on the left side, in alphabetical order . . . all the romance stuff on the right side, similarly alphabetised . . . During the course of the week the customers would pull books out, put them back anywhere, purchase some, leaving gaps . . . That, I told Merrille (that’s her real name), was entropy . . a slow decay into chaos . . . On Saturday mornings I would fix everything again . . . that’s it all good again, Merrille, I told her . . . What I did was restore order . . .but to do so I had to expend energy . . it was hard work sorting it all out and putting everything in order again . . making it all rickety-boo . . . One day, the universe will be a dark place, with no stars . . no living things . . . the suns burnt out . . . no energy left to fix things . . the universe’s books will remain in disarray . . . NB - I always imagined the end of humanity would be a Red Giant, but sadly, we know that isn’t the case . . we will be an extinct species long before that, when climate changes reaches its extreme zenith . . It was nice knowing ya . . . . Well . . . some of you anyway . . .
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I have to moggies and they drive me mad at times but I love them they rule my life but they are very sweet
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When I first moved to a new neighbourhood with my cat, we found our garden was already claimed by a big black cat. He looked like he'd earned the neighbourhood bully title, strutting about showing off his battle scars. I called him Bullcat because he was very aggressive and thought he could treat us like we were his tenants. I knew we were going to have a battle on our hands because my cat, although not a bully, was determined to claim and defend our garden. I was worried for him being the smaller of the two. I tried to shoo Bullcat away in spite of his hissing and even at one point coming aggressively towards me. I found it interesting the commitment my cat Baxter had to establish his territory and defend it. He stood his ground and I was proud of him. I did interfere at times, but I may have set his progress back by doing that, and I should have just left well enough alone. There were some battles during the coming months, but Bullcat was finally put in his place. Our garden is now off limits to him. He won't dare set a paw within our fence line. Even if I step out the door and catch him in the driveway, he scampers off without a backward glance. I don't know what the deciding factor was for Bullcat to back down and surrender the territory to his rival. Maybe he had bigger fish to fry further up the road.
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A black cat comes to my house every day to eat. He's one of the 3 alpha cats in our community. He doesn't have a name yet. I tried calling him "Bruno" cos he looks tough but he doesn't seem to like it. Any suggestions?
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Have had dogs all my life - is that what makes us 'dog people'? I understand them, love them and Sooo miss my last 15 year old who went to the great kennel last year. So last March finally thought to get another - something with a wet nose, bright eyes, didn't need much walking (especially in the rain!). Is there such a breed? - I live by the beach and love watching the dogs go by, tail up, nose forward in antipation of their walk. Even if I got an adult dog they still need walking... So..."a cat" I thought, just the thing, lots of love and cuddles and no walkies. But I know Nothing about cats, how to look after them, train them. I have researched online and found that there are cat breeds with individual traits (just like dogs), some need outside others not, some need humans others not, some are manic (heaven forbid I get one that likes to climb my curtains) some are so laid back they just sleep all day. So please, cat people, do you think I am right to want to change allegiance, is it possible, and how do I ensure that if I adopt an adult cat it will have the traits I am looking for?
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In late October 2 years ago, I was asked to clear a house for a young couple whose father had passed away. There was a problem. He had 2 house bound cats that needed to be re-housed. They had tried all the local animal charities, who were inundated with waifs and strays. Could I suggest anyone. I suggested Jayne, who runs a charity. Unfortunately she too was full. So I asked "what's the alternative", we'll have them youthanised. (Not correct spelling but you get the gist) Not on my watch, they won't. So I took them home with me. 2 weeks later, the woman phoned saying she'd found somewhere to take them, but they must go together as they were sister's. I pointed out that she gave away her right of say, when I took charge of them. What she didn't know, is that the elder one was bullying the younger one. Eventually I re-homed the elder and kept Sophie. She was 12 She dictates what attention she wants, a stroke on the back is her desire She's scruffy and un kept but that's her choice. Trying to brush her is hard as she tends to bite and don't even think about picking her up. That's a whole different story. At least she's safe. And why November 5th, that's the day I did the job.
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