Monthly Archives: March 2017

Last Cat On Mars Presents: An Overnight Shroom-alicious Sensation

Did you know that there are at least over 10,000 varieties of mushrooms, and probably even 10,000 more, even. They are everywhere, dear reader, and occasionally, in my tuna soup – ewww! Or yum, I’m not sure which at present. I will let you know when I decide.

Anyway, a lovely way to enjoy the little buttony ones, those that won’t give you the screaming heebie jeebies, is to fry them in a little garlic infused oil and add some roasted pine nuts, along with a handy handful of chopped spinach. Mix gently (people with opposable thumbs and forefingers) until the spinach has wilted and surrendered, and fling on top of a conveniently placed plate of fettucine. Add a garnish of roasted flaked almonds if you dare. Enjoy. You’re welcome.  You may add some sliced, sun-dried tomatoes, too, if you’re that way inclined.

Bicycles at a mushroom pop-up cafe discussing their riders hallucinogenic fates

Last Cat On Mars Presents: The Tide Is High-ish

Yes, I love tiny houses. Their teeny, tiny cat doors? Not so much. However, I applaud the efforts of human and feline alike to reduce their carbohydrate or even carbon pawprints by practising minimalism, except for tuna. Tuna, tuna everywhere, and every steak a treat, that’s my mantra.

If you’re serious about joining the Less Is More movement, check out that wonderful guy Leo Babauta, the zen habits guru to the universe. Even Leo’s website is full of white space and no-thingness.

A couple enjoying their new desert island tiny house while a shark approaches for a better look

Last Cat On Mars Presents: The Slurry and the Bingeing Hogs

And yet, I can’t help thinking that a good quality 50+ SPF sunscreen would do those baconers far more good than any amount of mislaid mud. Especially down the track a little, when breakfast bacons, I mean, beckons. Is it not bad enough that one’s daily mullet is so frequently tainted by a silty, sandy scent? I think it’s something to do with the pond life here on Mars.

On the other hand, who wants to make a rash, or even rasher decision at a time like this?

Pigs at a pig resort mud farm. One asks  the rest if someone remembered the mud.

Last Cat On Mars Presents: Rainbows – Could They Be Any More Beautiful? Hmmm? Could They?

So I made a quick trip to the third rock this weekend and look what I saw!  And you, too, fellow, planetarians and Martians, can see it in its full splendiferous and colourful magnificence on SBS TV tonight at 8.30. Any minute now, in fact, if you live in the southern states with their funny hour-ahead cult of the sun. Probably on SBS on Demand, too, maybe, perhaps, check it out anyway. And if you need more about Mardi Gras – and who doesn’t? – check out the Mardi Gras website.

And don’t forget to remember as you count sheep to sleep tonight, and every night, that love is all there is, really, in the end, and forever and always. That’s what we kittens remember, and also, tuna melts on sourdough with just a hint of parsley and a sprinkle of freshly crushed peppercorn, yeah …

2017 Sydney Mardi Gras tribute with people, rainbow flags, and a rainbow heart

Last Cat On Mars Presents: Island In The Selfie Stream

Too soon to revisit Selfieville and its strange inhabitants wherever they may find themselves? I think not. And the sooner little Brutus realises that, like Hermia in A Midsummer Night’s Dream, he may be little but he’s totes fierce, the sooner he can flee that rather gorgeous flytrap of an island and get his own Dogagram account.

Unless, of course, his human frenemy, Tasty McMeatus is about to become his very closest chum, if you know what I mean.

Man taking a selfie on a desert island while his dog complains about the meatless skeleton he has to gnaw on