Tag Archives: fish

Last Cat On Mars Presents: The Help Desk Chronicles – Would You Like A Second Helping?

It’s all very well to say restraint is the new black, or red, or whatever, but you and I both know that a lovely second helping of helpful tuna cheesecake never hurt anybody. Dig in, dudes and friends.

With a large cake on the Help Desk, the clerk suggests a second helping, it's a day ending in 'y' after all.

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Last Cat On Mars Presents: Your Mobile Psycatrist #2 – Bumbling Bees

Did you know that the humble bumbling bee is a threatened species? Well, it is. Read this very interesting article from the Climate Institute about the 20,000 or so bee species on Earth and tell me it isn’t important that we care for Mzzzzz Janice Flybeewaxy’s mental health? You can’t, can you? No, you can’t. Climate change, peeps, it’s a thing.

 

Bee on the couch with Dr On Mars getting counselling about getting her buzz on

Last Cat On Mars Presents: When Poles Collide Don’t Poke The Bear

If I hear one more word about the wonderful marvelosity of coal-fired power stations, I’m firing the utterererer. “You’re fired,” I shall say, and I shall say it to him, no matter how lovely his head of melting orange tuna bake may be.

Polar bear, penguin, and camel at the North Pole together enjoying climate change

Last Cat On Mars Presents: A Tale of Feathers and Gills

On such a momentous day (the 2016 US Pestilential, sorry, Presidential election), perhaps we could all benefit from cooling off down south with our Antarctic friends (and a polar bear visiting from the Arctic), however misguided they may be in the matter of parental origins. Enjoy it now, friends, because the times are truly changing.

Baby penguins imprinting on Last Cat On Mars

Last Cat On Mars Presents: Weekends on Mars or Gone Fishin’ or was it Fission

You may have heard rumours that the aquatic life on Mars is less than satisfactory. However, I’m here to tell you that, but for a little dust storm every so often, the fishing is extratunaordinary with bells and whistles, and an occasional crabby crustacean. Soon enough, Hale crater will be invaded by reckless teenagers from other, less salubrious (read extinct) water flows and I’ll be forced to seek out new life and boldly go, or go boldly, down the avenue.

Meanwhile, well, meanwhile, stay a while, and doze in a daze. When the time comes, you may hitch a lift with me in the PeskyCATarian-mobile.

Last Cat On Mars Fishing on Mars at Hale crater