Entropy Gang’s November 2013 blog (formerly Conservatory Cats’ Chats)
one year old today
It is our first birthday and a good time to review our
experiences. We were born in Hampshire last November in a litter of four and we
three moved from there to our new home in February this year. Our other brother
had already been chosen by different Servants – the last choice they would have
before they were apprised of their correct status in life. For those who are
unfamiliar with us let us acquaint you. We are Thickthorn boys.
Herschel: I am a cinnamon silver Ocicat.
You may be wondering about my name. Sir
John Herschel, Ist Baronet, was ahead of his time and was named after me. He
was an astronomer so naturally he was interested in Time Warps. Time Travel is nothing new!!
Herschel investigates sweet chestnuts
Isambard: I am named after Isambard
Kingdom Brunel, the great Victorian engineer. I am a Tawny Ocicat, quite an
appropriate colour for an engineer. On arrival we were shocked to see four enormous
beasts in the Palace grounds, staring through the glass and making
extraordinary and very loud noises. The Servants placed us in what appeared to
be a large cage which we found very strange at first but soon came to
appreciate as a safe haven.
When the dreadful, slavering
creatures burst into the room and came to sniff us we soon discovered they were
interested more in our food than in us but we hissed and growled at them
nonetheless. One of them had spots like Herschel and me but he was enormous. We
learnt that these fearsome beings were DOGS and they appeared to be the
Servants’ servants so of little account to us. We tolerate Servants but their
minions are beneath contempt and we emphasise that at every opportunity now
that we have allowed them to mix with us (though actually we are very fond of them!)
Isambard inspects the inner workings of the multi-fuel burner
may have noticed that Isambard said one of the DOGS had spots like him and
Herschel. I have spots too, on my tummy, but I am a Black Silver Ocicat Classic
– a superior type of tabby of impeccable breeding. In keeping with my very
smart suit and military bearing I am named after Admiral Jellicoe, 1st
Earl Jellicoe. I have a loud voice, a necessary requirement for issuing orders
to other ranks on the poop deck, though in my case I have just my brothers to command.
When the Servants are required to attend to us we all shout orders.
Ready, steady . . . leap
At first we
spent much time in the Conservatory to which the DOGS were not allowed entry. Our
Servants carried us into the Conservatory in the mornings and sat with us to
admire our agility and beauty and to play with us. The DOGS stood at the
glass door and stared at our food while the Servants talked to us and took
photographs and moving images (video) of us. We may be able to include some
video on one of our blog posts one day if the Servants can find time to upload
it. They are simple souls and learn slowly.
Servants have different duties and it is fair to say they perform them
adequately. There is room for improvement in certain areas but in general we
are pleased with them. We
refer to The Servant commonly known as BARRY as The THINKER. He does a lot of
thinking, planning, researching and speaking on the telephone. His head is full
of ideas. He is the one who takes video and photographs of us though sometimes
the Servant known as JANICE takes a turn with the camera.
Isambard: We call JANICE The
HOUSEKEEPER or more usually The MAID. She is the one who makes sure our living quarters
are clean and our food and water bowls are filled. We like spending time with
The THINKER and The MAID because we know they are flattered by our attention. Servants
are easily pleased by a show of affection. It doesn’t take much effort – a
miaou, a purr, a rub of the head. They even like us using them as stepping
Jellicoe: Our Servants have what they call FAMILY. Some
of the FAMILY have very small Servants who have to be carried around and spend
much time on the floor. Others of the FAMILY have DOGS who are friends and
relatives of the Servants’ DOGS. We take to the heights until they have
finished jumping all over each other. On balance, although the DOGS are silly
creatures, we rather like them. They seem to like us cleaning their ears and
noses and they’re very good about not disturbing us when we've taken their
Jellicoe and Herschel study a very small Servant
Herschel: One phenomenon we have all noticed since February is
that things appear to be getting smaller. The DOGS have shrunk, though of
course they are still enormous, particularly the spotted one. Mostly it’s the
furniture that has reduced in size. We can no longer fit under the table in the
Conservatory and the STAIRS, which at first seemed mountainous, have contracted.
Our cat tree is not as big, either. We can still all fit in one basket but it’s
a bit of a squeeze. At the same time my brothers have grown larger and they
tell me I have too. It’s odd because I don’t feel any
different and they say they don’t either.
It's a bit squashed . . .
. . . not like it used to be!
Isambard: I just hope things don’t keep on getting smaller or we shall be
crawling around on our knees. That wouldn’t be much fun. Maybe we’ll end up being larger than the DOGS – that would be so
good! I wonder if the Servants
will shrink. They mustn’t get so small they can’t carry our food and water
bowls – and who would change the cat litter?
haven’t shrunk so far so I think we’ll be all right.
Herschel: We used to call ourselves the Conservatory Cats before we were
integrated with the DOGS and given the run of the house. The THINKER has
renamed us The ENTROPY GANG. We thought that sounded rather
complimentary and quite superior until The MAID told us the definition of
Isambard: We were surprised to learn that it means ‘a state of disorder; a lack
of pattern or organisation.’ Then we didn’t know whether we should be flattered
or insulted but we decided it was a tribute to our presence. After all, it is
better to be noticed than ignored.
Jellicoe: It is certainly true that we have made an
impact. When we are engaged in what The MAID calls our ‘‘Wall of Death’ moments
we have noticed that objects are displaced and fall to the floor. At such times, usually once or twice a day, we are invited
to spend time in the HALL and on the STAIRS. We can hurtle around to our
hearts’ content without fear of harm or injury to ourselves or others.
Herschel: Most of the time we’re
quite quiet, watching the birds and chittering at them. The Servants like watching the birds, too. The MAID puts
food out for them. Perhaps she is fattening them up for us.
Isambard: What else has happened? Oh
yes, we all go up to bed together now. We three Ocicats stretch out on the bed –
we take up quite a lot of room – and one or two, sometimes three, of the DOGS
join us, oh, and The THINKER and The MAID are there, too. It’s very comfortable.
Jellicoe: We all went to the Vet Servants. We can’t
remember much but we went to sleep and when we woke up we felt that something
was missing but really we think we had to go there so that big transparent
collars could be put on us. We were pleased when The Thinker and The Maid came
to take us home. They thought we were going to be quiet. I don’t know why.
The little boys model their buster collars
Herschel: We were so pleased to be
out of the little pens we had been kept in at the Vets that we charged all over
Isambard: The collars made
screeching noises when they scraped along the floor – our Servants are poor and
can’t afford carpets. It was difficult to groom ourselves and the collars
scooped up rather a lot of food, too. We tried very hard to take them off but
we were unsuccessful.
Jellicoe: We had to go back to the Vets to be checked and
then at last The Thinker and The Maid took the collars off and we were free
Herschel: We can climb very high now.
We’ve all been on top of the kitchen cupboards . . . and
the grandfather clock . . . and we like climbing the wire
mesh door that allows fresh air into the sitting room but doesn’t let us out.
Jellicoe and Herschel demonstrate their mountaineering prowess
Herschel on the grandfather clock - note the curtain is still in place!
Isambard: We’ve discovered a new
game. One of us hides, one of us stays with The THINKER and The MAID and one of
us goes upstairs. I usually stay downstairs with the
Servants and Jellicoe goes upstairs while Herschel hides.
Jellicoe: After a while I start to cry and that alarms
the Servants. They’re always relieved when I
return to them so then I go
upstairs again and miaou.
Herschel: That’s when the Servants
freak out. They know where Jellicoe and Isambard are but realise they haven’t
seen me. They hunt everywhere for me. Then one of them sees me in the cat tree.
I’m usually asleep by the time they find me.
Isambard: We are still creating
entropy. The other day we knocked a casserole dish off the top of the cupboard
and broke it. The bits went everywhere.
Jellicoe: We’ve pulled the curtain down in the sitting
room. We were using it to climb up to the grandfather clock. Now we have to
take a flying leap onto it from our cat tree.
Herschel: We opened the fridge door
today – well, we were hungry.
Isambard: Everything that comes into
the house must be inspected by us and passed fit for purpose.
Jellicoe: We particularly like boxes . . .
Herschel: We like wool, too. We try
to help The MAID with her knitting - you know, breaking off the thread and
batting the needles.
Isambard: We love helping with her
writing. Keyboards are such fun. They make a lovely tippy-tappy noise but
sometimes the computer stops working properly. I don’t think we’re responsible
but we keep a low profile until The THINKER has solved the problem.
Jellicoe: All in all, we are content with our lot. The
accommodation is good – warm and comfortable with plenty of room for us to play
and the food is excellent and plentiful.
Servants have learnt our likes and dislikes – we WILL NOT eat tripe - but
tomato soup and cheese and butter are favourite treats, particularly when
Isambard: We love the big
warm dogs and we adore being reminded how stunning and elegant we are.
Bertie is probably our favourite - he's the youngest.
Jellicoe: We repay in kind by keeping spiders and flies
at bay – well, actually, by eating them. We understand that something called
Christmas will be here soon. We hope it is something we will like and that you
will enjoy it, too.