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Dust a cat today:Get a free degree by answering this question.

If a cat were 12inches long,4 inches wides and 4 inches deep,assuming its body were a rectangular block,and furthermore assuming its head and legs were hairfree
a] calculate the surface area of its body excluding the hairless parts
b] if the cat’s fur has hairs in a density of 1,000 per square inch
how long would it take me to dust it [ignore the head and neck for simplicity]
c]and given my current age assess the probability of me completely dusting the cat if I work 8 hours daily 5 days a week
Calculators may be used if appropriate
d[And if the minimum wage were £6 per hour how much would it cost me to employ a man to dust the cat weekly.
e]Do you believe the State Pension ought increased so as to enable a person to have their cat dusted on a regular basis.

You may use diagrams in your answer or to get to the answer
f]Could there be more than one answer and if so why?
g]Finally, give a brief account of the Ethics of dusting domestic cats which cannot sign consent forms.How would Aristotle deal with such issues, with a duster or another sort of cloth?
h]Finally can you clean a vacuum? And is the above cat a Platonic Form? Am I?

Riemann’s cat

Two whole worlds.
One small cut.
One little chink.
Hard to find.
Very,very hard.
One small place
Where a very little cat
Could slip right through
The geometrician ‘s cut.
Cat could slip right through.
Just,slip straight through.
Joining it’s own reflection
On the opposite side.
The mirror’s other side.

And if I caught that tail,
If I caught her little tail,
She could pull me through,
She could pull me through,
So she and I too
We’d be on the other side,
The wrong way round,
On the opposite side.

So when you looked in,
If you looked in,
You would see me there,
Looking out at you,
From the opposite side.
From the opposite side.
And the cat beside
Looking very small,
Very,very small;
But very,very real.
How do you think you’d feel,
If I was looking out,
Staring at you
From the opposite side?

I can’t get back.
I can’t find Riemann’s cat
and without that pussy cat
I can’t find Riemann’s cut.
I think I’m in a trap.
I cannot find that cat.
So she can’t find the cut
To get me back,
She can’t bring me back
To where I was before.

Oh,how queer,
To have two of me in here.
I hope I’ll get on well
With my other self,
Behind the looking glass.
No one looking in,
But two are staring out.
From that other world.

I am looking out,
I’m looking out
To see if you are there.
One of you’s with me
That makes the total three.
Oh,dear me,
I should not have grabbed
Little pussy’s tail.
I didn’t really know
Where she meant to go.

“Wherever have you been?
Where do you think you’ve been
To get so filthy black,
And where’s your pussy cat?”
She never came back.
Never came back
From the opposite side.
Mummy thought I’d lied.
I don’t tell lies,
But I can see my cat
Staring out at me.
Staring out at me
From the other side.
From the opposite side
Of my looking glass.
My lovely looking glass
Has trapped my tiny cat
On the opposite side.
On the opposite side
On the other side