” No one would have believed, in the last years of the nineteenth century that human affairs were being watched from the timeless worlds of space. No one could have dreamed that we were being scrutinized, as someone with a microscope studies creatures that swarm and multiply in a drop of water. Few men even considered the possibility of life on other planets and yet, across the gulf of space, minds immeasurably superior to ours regarded this Earth with envious eyes, and slowly and surely, they drew their plans against us.”
Time for Payback, Mars!! All your chocolately bases are belong to us!
Zut and DRMICK, George’s situation is dire. X-rays showed a compound fracture (bone made it out through the skin, with lots of damage to the little bones in the foot too), no claws remaining on his right hand and extensive bruising.
Now we have the major dilemma of considering options for G (who I admit really annoyed me by random spraying in the house – which is why he was doing the night shift outside and fighting off Mr Ruffles). Zut, nope, George was on their roof, but Mr Ruffles lives on the other side.
We find out tomorrow – Tuesday – whether we can fork out thousands of bucks so George can do impressions of a tripod, or whether the vet has to read Raymond Chandler’s “The Big Sleep” to him.
This would be an easier decision if George wasn’t a talking cat with a coat like a mink and ten faithful years’ pest extermination service.
MJ, sorry to hear the situation is so grim with George. It seems Mr Ruffles has been the cause of the spraying, he sounds like a formidable opponent…not to mention aptly named. Deciding a critter’s fate is the ultimate anguish for devoted owners, particularly for a feline with George’s cachet.
Another tough call. To have the wisdom of Job and not disrupt the life flow or create negative Karma while loving George to bits and wondering which way he would go if it were his call. Bugger indeed MJ.
Thank you, gentle Doggonauts. I’ll keep you posted.
Problem now resolves down to the broken bone being infected and unless they can beat that, they can’t set or pin the break. The X-rays went to the Uber-vet surgeon this morning.
First Mate said they reckon there’s about two left days to get on top of the problem or make a hard decision. She’s braver than me and has ruled out the tripod option.
I posted George’s pic over at the Pig’s Arms – click the dot on the ribbon under the pub picture. That’s where we converse.
21 thoughts on “Mars! Why is it so dusty and what are we doing about it?”
Andybob
July 23, 2012 at 3:10 pmBut “The Shire” is a saddening bore
It’s been written ten times or more
It don’t need to be writ again
So FD can focus on
Robots vaporizing space rocks !
Oh man, look at Curiosity go
It’s the freakiest show
Take a look through the Mast-Cam
Poking up at head height
Oh man, wonder if they’ll ever know
It’s in the dirt down below
If there’s life on Mars
drmick
July 23, 2012 at 3:32 pmOn the job MJ. Sorry to hear about George. They get 9 lives but that’s not much good if you have to limp after Mr Ruffles.
Mike Smith
July 23, 2012 at 3:59 pm” No one would have believed, in the last years of the nineteenth century that human affairs were being watched from the timeless worlds of space. No one could have dreamed that we were being scrutinized, as someone with a microscope studies creatures that swarm and multiply in a drop of water. Few men even considered the possibility of life on other planets and yet, across the gulf of space, minds immeasurably superior to ours regarded this Earth with envious eyes, and slowly and surely, they drew their plans against us.”
Time for Payback, Mars!! All your chocolately bases are belong to us!
Holden Back
July 23, 2012 at 4:36 pmIllegal space entry vessels?
Mike Jones
July 24, 2012 at 1:26 amZut and DRMICK, George’s situation is dire. X-rays showed a compound fracture (bone made it out through the skin, with lots of damage to the little bones in the foot too), no claws remaining on his right hand and extensive bruising.
Now we have the major dilemma of considering options for G (who I admit really annoyed me by random spraying in the house – which is why he was doing the night shift outside and fighting off Mr Ruffles). Zut, nope, George was on their roof, but Mr Ruffles lives on the other side.
We find out tomorrow – Tuesday – whether we can fork out thousands of bucks so George can do impressions of a tripod, or whether the vet has to read Raymond Chandler’s “The Big Sleep” to him.
This would be an easier decision if George wasn’t a talking cat with a coat like a mink and ten faithful years’ pest extermination service.
B*gger.
zut alors
July 24, 2012 at 8:39 amMJ, sorry to hear the situation is so grim with George. It seems Mr Ruffles has been the cause of the spraying, he sounds like a formidable opponent…not to mention aptly named. Deciding a critter’s fate is the ultimate anguish for devoted owners, particularly for a feline with George’s cachet.
Please keep us posted.
Firstdog
July 24, 2012 at 8:52 amAll the best to you and yours Mike, especially George
drmick
July 24, 2012 at 9:28 amAnother tough call. To have the wisdom of Job and not disrupt the life flow or create negative Karma while loving George to bits and wondering which way he would go if it were his call. Bugger indeed MJ.
Mike Jones
July 24, 2012 at 12:34 pmThank you, gentle Doggonauts. I’ll keep you posted.
Problem now resolves down to the broken bone being infected and unless they can beat that, they can’t set or pin the break. The X-rays went to the Uber-vet surgeon this morning.
First Mate said they reckon there’s about two left days to get on top of the problem or make a hard decision. She’s braver than me and has ruled out the tripod option.
I posted George’s pic over at the Pig’s Arms – click the dot on the ribbon under the pub picture. That’s where we converse.
Emmjay.
Andrew L
July 24, 2012 at 7:34 pmMJ, George is a beautiful cat. Thanks for posting the picture and thinking of you. Lost both my little (feline) girls in the past year…