QUATTT is go!

I have some tremendous news!

The chaps in the Temporal Exploration Department and the Quantum Transportation department have been working their paws to the bone over the past few days, and I am now proud to announce that we have found a name for the hybrid transporter/time/quantum travel device thingy!

It has taken some doing I can tell you!

After much deliberation we have finally settled on QUATTT. It simply stands for Quantum Transport Time Travel. I wanted QUATATTC or Quantum Transport and Time Travel Contraption, but I am reliably informed that contraption is not an official science word. Duncan McBristlewhiskers also maintained that, although it is technically an acronym, it would be better if the name was pronounceable…

So, QAUTTT it is, and a very fine name it is too!

What’s that?

Ahh, yes, of course, the contraption itself!

I have been reminded by the ever-vigilant Lucy Littlepaws that an achievement even more noteworthy than the choosing of a name has been achieved.

The quantum transport device and the time wheel have been successfully linked, hence the need for a new name! The first round of non-otter trials have been completed with extremely promising results! They go a long way to explaining the note I received last week from Lena Longtail claiming a haddock appeared on her desk. She believed the Duncan McBristlewhiskers was involved somehow, a haddock being a long standing joke in the Scottish sub raft or some such thing. When I quizzed her further, she claimed it was delicious! Duncan knew nothing about it then of course, but was certain to send a haddock through time and space as soon as possible. He had to, I am told, something to do with matching the cause to the effect or some such thing!

The whole thing is absolutely marvellous! Peter and Zsofia will be commencing trials as soon as the sardines are back from France…

This does, of course, bring us one step closer to having to consider this contemptible spying malarkey. I’ll have to give some thought to how to stop that getting out of paw!

Perhaps I’ll consider it over a glass of Donald’s splendid whisky! Yes, that sounds just the thing!