A reader sent in this photo of a captured pelagic octopus and observer. I know…most of you are going to be interested in the mundane mammal here.
I don’t think the beast has any kind of scientific interest in that lovely cephalopod.
Friday Cephalopod: Two worlds meet
Silly PZ. Cats are some of the most scientifically minded creatures alive. They’re continually making observations, testing and retesting hypotheses. They take nothing for granted.
Just yesterday, my cat decided to once again verify previous experimental results that strongly suggest he’s not allowed on the counter, and indeed, yesterday’s results support the theory that he’s not allowed on the counter. But he’ll verify those results again tomorrow, I guarantee it.
That’s some rigor.
Bah culinary interests are often just a cruder form of scientific interest.
Actually they’re consulting on the current status of the joint octopus/cat conquest of humankind.
Brownian:
Looky, looky!
ZOMG!! Kitties!!!!
Is it just me, or the cephaLOLpod is inserting it’s tentacle in the cats nose in order to reach to his brain, control it, and dominate the world with a newly achieved mammalian cuteness?
(I totally stole the “cephaLOLpod” from @proterozoic: http://freethoughtblogs.com/pharyngula/2012/06/22/friday-cephalopod-begging-for-the-lolcephalopod-treatment/#comments)
Cats do science. In fact, many of them have dual-emphases in Physics and Biology. I remember that my cat conducted countless dissection experiments on the local rodent population, as well as doing practical demonstrations of physics – particularly, her clever use of gravity to jump from the house roof onto unsuspecting members of the household.
The first one kinda reminds me of the saddest of songs
No discussion of cat science is complete without reference to Fritz Leiber’s “Space-Time for Springers”, in which the narrator conclusively demolishes the presupposition that in order to move from one point to another, one must necessarily cross the space in between.
Kitty is thinking – “mmmm, calamari”.
Brownian,
All it takes is one white crow … But you might have to look at a lot of crows.
I can haz tentacoo wape?
I also felt like a MOST unholy union was being suggested. Stuff of nightmares that, or maybe bad acid trips, I’m not very explored in terms of mind altering states.
What the fuck, Anuran?