It was Cat's substitute birthday yesterday. Nobody knows how old she is, and she refuses to tell. Radiocarbon dating may be the answer. At any rate, it is two years since she arrived here. So she is at least two, and more likely somewhere between three and four. It must be difficult to go through life with such large error bars on your age. It would be like me telling people I was somewhere between 40 and 60, but I couldn't say precisely. It's hard to believe they would be very sympathetic.
Anyway, as a present, I bought her a laser. It's probably a somewhat dangerous gift to place in the hands of a fairly irresponsible cat with little practical knowledge of experimental physics. So, to be on the safe side, I have taken charge of it. She seems happy enough chasing the beam of red light around the room, not being particularly perturbed by being unable to catch it. But she still keeps on trying; which I think says something about her character.
No comments:
Post a Comment