||[Sep. 30th, 2011|03:09 pm]
Animals are just expletive cool. |
If you have a short attention span, just watch this one long enough to see the octopus. If you want to geek out on how they do it, keep watching. I had to keep replaying it just to grasp that these guys can do these AMAZING camouflage maneuvers (this is me realizing I can't spell either of those last two words and had to look them up) and they CANNOT see color. Plus, the even more interesting concept the camo is not about them looking like the "thing" but fooling the predator eyes into seeing only the "thing".
This is just awesome as well. (And a little sad, that this is how the orca perceives how we communicate. Or maybe he's just playing. Hard to tell.) If you ever wondered how domestication happens, this is the mechanism right here. One member of one species just gets INTERESTED in the other.
When you get to this one, don't study the picture at all, get right to play; it'll be more fun.
Here is the answer to why for many years, there was a shower curtain rod about knee height in the doorway to the office in which I keep the litterboxes:
I hadn't had Percy for more than a couple of weeks, but he had graduated to roaming free around the house. I was downstairs in the kitchen and he had gone upstairs, as he often did, to take a little nap. But then I heard his toenails clicking into the office. Now I had caught him surfing for cat tootsies before (okay, you non-dog people are struggling with that, I get it. But cats are very inefficient digesters of protein, so...anyway, I swear to god, I always brushed his teeth before I let him lick you. Promise. Heh.) and I got ready to yell at him, but I wasn't QUITE sure which room he was in.
And then all of a sudden there was a big clatter and skittering dog toenails. So I ran up the stairs to see what the heck was going on and...
There was Percy standing there with the litterbox hood on his head, like some drunken fratboy wearing the greyhound equivalent of a lampshade.
O! I miss that dog.