Scaredy Cats

 Saturday 22 October 2011

In a long delayed response to our rodent problem, Tina got in touch and said she had two kittens needing homes, did we still want some?  We said yes, and collected them after work on Friday.  They didn’t like the transfer, and shot out of the cardboard box as soon as we opened it.

They went to ground under the shed (I hope the snake has moved out) only very reluctantly showing themselves to grab some food.  Now I know how David Attenborough feels – I managed to get a couple of pics:

The dark one has a straight line down its face where black and ginger meet.  Dave named it Schizo, which at least means we can call ‘skitty, skitty, skitty’ if we want it.  Not that it’ll take any notice.

The white and tabby one was more traumatised, or less hungry, than Schizo.  Tina had said the white one was the bravest and most visible, but that changed with us.  After two days of glimpsing it at intervals in between wondering whether it was still alive or not, we called it Schrödinger 

(Thanks to Wikipedia for the brief explanation below:)

 

Schrödinger's Cat: A cat, along with a flask containing a poison and a radioactive source, is placed in a sealed box shielded against environmentally induced quantum decoherence. If an internal Geiger counter detects radiation, the flask is shattered, releasing the poison that kills the cat. The Copenhagen interpretation of quantum mechanics implies that after a while, the cat is simultaneously alive and dead. Yet, when we look in the box, we see the cat either alive or dead, not both alive and dead.