Monthly Archives: August 2017

Last Cat On Mars Presents: The Mumbo’s On Us, Jumbo

Did you know that alleyways really are quite the thing nowadays? Even here on Mars. They are. Formerly places my old friend, Top Cat, and his pals called home, they’ve been given the fad-on-a-stick treatment and prospered mightily.

I don’t know about you, dear reader, but I like my tuna bagels in a nice tea-room with delicate crockery and catnip on tap. I’ve done my time on the mean streets of the third and fourth rocks, and I like the friendly salons, heavens, I like Gertrude Stein and Alice B Toklas. What I really, really like is a bowl of plain ice-cream with a happy drizzle of genuine Canadian Maple Syrup, preferably served by Prime Minister Justin Trudeau in his very nice suit.

Man eating mumbo jumbo with extra yoghurt while a cow editorialises

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Last Cat On Mars Presents: Origins OR Where In The Leggy, Heady, Arm-y, Wiggy World Did I Come From Professorial Parents and other Dear Departmental Heads – #5

When I was a graduate student at Pranceton, I well remember the Snarkinpiffle brothers. They were an unfortunate mix of stumbling, bumbling, cat tail stomping dunderheads with genius level IQs. I have no sympathy whatsoever for Helen – she should know by now what my sainted mother, Mrs On Mars taught me, Never work with siblings and never work without tuna crisps.

A professor in her lab attempting to create humans despite her incompetent assistants