Catball

Guess what?! It's hard to believe. But, it's true! There is an animal in Australia. It looks like a hairy potato... The size of a dog. It's a Wombat. And. And. It poops cubes! Cubes! Not logs! Not balls! Cubes! Wait, what? That's what I said. But, how? Make a fist. Poke a finger in the top. Now squeeze that finger. Squeeze it. Squeeze it. Squeeze it. Say... I'm squeezing it. Say it louder! Now, stop! When wombats eat... They have special squeezy parts. The food goes through those squeezy parts. (That was your finger.) The food gets... Squeezed. Squeezed. Squeezed. Until TADA... Out comes a cube of poop. But, wait... Why? Your mom probably writes your name on things. You know, so people know it's yours. Well, wombats don't have a pen... So they poop on things. That's their way of saying... "This is mine!" But, if they pooped on things and it was round... It would roll off. But, with cubes... Cubes sit! Cubes stay still! Cubes work! So if you ever see a cube of poop... You can yell... WHERE'S THE WOMBAT? Next time! We talk about... Flamingos! But now... It's tuna time! Catball PS - I tried. I tried to poop cubes. I tried really really hard. Round. Round. Round. BUT. I pooped on a rock today. It's mine! I claimed it... With my poop.

Guess what?! There is an animal in the ocean. It has 8 arms! You already know... It's an octopus. But, here's the wild part... Its arms, can think! It's like its arms have tiny little brains. I am not joking! Seriously! How is that even possible? That's what I said! Hold up one hand. Wiggle it. Hold up your other hand. Wiggle it. Now wiggle a foot. Now wiggle your other foot. Keep wiggling! Faster! Faster! Yell... I'm wiggling. Ok, stop. You were just half an octopus! You had 4 things wiggling. Now imagine an octopus... It has 8 things wiggling! It has 8 arms! That's a lot of arms to boss around! But, an octopus has a trick! When its big brain decides something, like... "I'm hungry!" Each arm gets the message... "Let's eat!" But, the big brain doesn't tell them how to do it. They just start doing it. One arm might look for food under a rock. One arm might grab a crab and pop it open like a lunchbox. One arm might smell something. It's like a little army of arms. The mission... Food! Say... Army of arms! Louder! Next time! We talk about... Narwhals! But now... It's tuna time! Catball PS - I tried. My brain decided it's time to eat. But, my paws did nothing. Nothing! Then... My tail moved. I did not tell it to. I promise. Do you know what that means?! I'm not just a cat... I'm part octopus!