Monthly Archives: April 2017

Last Cat On Mars Presents: Origins OR Where In Heaven’s Name Did I Come From, Dear Parents and/or Guardians – #1: The Original Kitchen Sin – Sink.

Not my cup of tea, I must say, this souffle of clone-iness. But bits and pieces do add up, over time.

Did you know that felis catus domesticus is descended from the wild cats of the Fertile Crescent in the Middle East. Yes, some of us are Egyptian, Pharaonic even, and so were our Mummies.

Chef in kitchen creating new humans part by part

Last Cat On Mars Presents: Be Aflame, Be Very Aflame

Planet Earth. Poor planet Earth. She seems to be quite aflame with inflammatoriness lately. It’s not enough that the jet stream is checking itself into a permanent pattern of unlovely extremity, encouraging even more climactic climate change. No. Peeps like ignorant, silly Marmaduke have to put their egregious oars in the soup (the very hot soup) and stir vigorously.

Sigh. As my sainted mother, Mrs On Mars, was wont to say, It is what it is, my dear Last. And while this was usually about yet another plate of not my favourite tuna variety, I got the message pretty quickly. If it is what it is, then we must change its is-ness and practice loving kindness towards our lovely and beautiful Earthly realm. Otherwise, we’ll be in the other realm faster than you can explain why I had to eat all those tins of Acme Tasty (sure it was, eeuggh!) Tuna for Ticklish Tabbies. Hmmph. I’m not a Tabby, or, well, I prefer to think of myself as a universal representative of the meowing species, okay? Okay. Hmmph. Chill.

Man about to make inflammatory comments surrounded by fire brigade people