Breaking Cat News by Georgia Dunn for January 02, 2022

Gemstones such as citrine is a glorified rock. As such ,it’s a semi precious gemstone. My rock collecting days are behind me but I can still enjoy the beauty of my collection.

I think the Girl is more interested in Trevor than the rocks.

I am a lifelong collector of rocks and fossils. Luckily, I live in an area that was once the bottom of the Ordovician Sea so there are fossils wherever the ground has been scraped down a bit.

I, too, have a great passion for rocks! ❤ I collect them everywhere, filling up the windowsills and glass vases. In England, when I used to go down the various mines with the Explorer’s gang, I would pick up so many interesting specimens, a lot of fool’s gold and quartz rocks. The sulfur mine had some of the most beautiful igneous varieties I’ve ever seen. (๑′ᴗ‵๑)

The Boy isn’t the only one who likes collecting rocks! https://i.redd.it/y9x9zd1s62y21.jpg

Don’t collect them. Leave them to flourish in their natural environment, and appreciate them there.

Warning note: Be cautious in mountains. You can get run down by a herd of the wild ones. It’s a painful doom.

Better cool rocks than cool bugs, at least for an indoor collection and young hands.

Sunday Funday

OT – A grinch found her forever home!

Rock collecting runs in the family. My late brother even sold them.

What cha planning to do with em, boy? Make lotsa stone soup?

No, boy. That’s not how you becomes a rock star.

I love rocks! I try to bring one home from wherever I visit. My boss brought me a rock from Machu Picchu, and one from New Zealand. Sort of cheating, but I treasure them anyway. :)

I have a rock identification APP on my Tablet. You point it at a rock, and it tells you what the rock is made of. I keep hoping for diamonds or emeralds, but…..

Good ol’ Trevor inspecting the rocks in the last frame!!

The entire house is getting stoned.

I still like picking up interesting rocks! In fact, a character, in my comic strip, has a pet rock named, ‘Roll!’

Rocks rock!

Rock a bye, baby….

I still collect rocks. I have some nice obsidian samples.

Love the Who mug!!

Grandma used to collect rocks and display them in an old TV (1960s vintage) with the tube etc taken out. She especially liked an agate my little brother found for her. He died a few months later. Grandma kept that agate for years until she had to downsize to an apartment. Never knew what happened to that agate. Southern Indiana is known for its geods.

They’re minerals, Marie.

Goldie toe beans!

When I was about 4 or 5, I gave my uncle a “pet rock.” (I’m pretty sure I got it out of our driveway, but it was fairly sparkly, so it seemed “special” to me.) He had told me that he didn’t have any pets and I “didn’t want him to be lonely.” (That’s the explanation my sisters say I gave, at least.) That rock stayed in his truck until he stopped driving, then moved to a spot beside his bed. When he died, about 20 years after I gave him the rock, my cousins put his rock in the casket with him, right beside his head.

My granddaughter is a rock collector. The front steps of the house are covered.

Is that a little kid thing? I did the same thing when I was six.

I got into that when I was a kid. I had this geology “computer” (which wasn’t a computer) where you did various tests on a rock and it told you which one it was.

As an example of changing times, it came with hydrochloric acid. And it was for kids. There was a warning on the hydrochloric acid, but still.

I love when I go to a place and I find one of those “gem mining” activities where you’re given a heavy bag of sand and you put the sand in a screen and sift it in the water, in effect “panning for gold.” I’ve “found” beautiful rocks doing this.

An expression usually addressed to my geology-degree-holding Brother-In-Law: I’m afraid we can’t watch any more— geology has been introduced into the plot!

Wow, this brings back AWSUM memories of my rockhounding grandparents, who had a rock tumbler in their shed & produced all kinds of cool polished stones including the blue & green malachite they gave me when I ws 8, which I made into a necklace & wore for years…

Today is the official “Happy Mew Year’s Day for Cats”! Wishing all kittehs & their h00minz & families an AWSUM 2022!

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Aw, great memories of teaching my youngest grandson about crystals. He’s got a large collection and may just become a geologist :) It is our thing we do together <3

Breaking rock news: you heard it hear first folks

First cats, now rocks. Is this about me?

I bet Beatrix has the Bookstore Ladies rock collection organized, set up and maintains a database and has a website dedicated to it with an active chatroom of rock hounds!

My late husband collected rocks of all kinds. He passed away suddenly and unexpectedly this past July. I have several of his rocks on my desk. When I moved back to Texas to be closer to my children, I was finding rocks all over the place as I was packing. His mom is a rock hound as well, so I gave her a bunch of them.

I had a pet rock once, but it died of neglect.

Speaking as a retired geologist, I must say that life on the rocks is not bad.

Not exactly rocks, but does anyone remember the “fried marble” craze of the 1960s? Some of them turned out to be surprisingly pretty, although the jewelry settings that came with the kits were cheap looking. I wasn’t a very good marble cook—many of mine shattered into pieces instead of just cracking internally, but then I was only about 8 or 9.

Less talk, more Rock.

I’m reminded of a song by the immortal group, Dr. Jane and the Primoridal Ooze on their album Wackademia. The song (set to a possibly identifiable tune) has lines like “do the rock rock baby and you’ll bee-ee . . . a red-hot lava tonight” and “geology is sometimes just a pile of schist.”

I am still an avid rock collector. Always looking for unusual shapes. I once had a rock that resembled a foot. My favorite till a small family member picked it up and dropped it. Oh well. My middle grandchild loves to rearrange all my rocks to her liking. I just leave them till the next visit and they get rearranged again.

In my area we do painted rocks. You paint a picture on the rock , then hide it for someone to find. On the back of the rock you put your club name. Mine Is Plymouth Wisconsin Rocks. You post a picture of your find to the facebook page. Then you either keep it or rehide it for another person to find. My grandchildren and I take walks in the summer hunting for them around our city.

Ted looks a little stone-faced.

Lots of rocky comments today. I had a rock collection as a child. As an adult I dated a gal who loved to collect rocks. She would take week long vacations in areas where she could find cool rocks.

This collection … rocks

Our older granddaughter still collects them in an indiscriminate manner. She paints some and just hoards some. Every now and then she gives me one.

I suppose I’m fairly odd for a geologist—I don’t have and never had a rock collection. Possibly this is because I had to carry several metric bonker’s worth out of various field areas, and rocks are heavy.

Whenever I gave my students a creative writing assignment, I wrote one along with them to model the process. The prompt here was, write a story to write a story told by something from nature. My title was, “The River Rock Remembers.”

How Maud Pie of the boy.

The average rock is 2-3 billion years old.

O.T. Blackeyed Peas

I definitely can relate to this one! I always bring home so many rocks from my beach-combing outings when we visit Cambria, CA. I’ve been doing this for years, and the rocks are piling up! Most are very small and colorful, but some others are larger and flat. My husband bought me a rock polishing machine several years ago. I haven’t used it yet – was waiting for retirement. I actually retired in May of 2020! My intention was (is) to polish some and paint animals on the larger ones. Maybe this year! ☺

i think i’ll start posting poetry here

I’m thinking that the Bookstore Woman brought a collection of rocks (and Trevor) over to the Big Pink House for the Boy to look at.

Are those keys in the Woman’s mitten in panel 5?

Really misunderstood Lupin in the first panel. Thought he said the boy was getting into the world of coal rocks, not cool rocks.

And sadly rocks aren’t always free.

Southern Chesapeake Bay in Norfolk VA. Found what I initially thought was a broken glass bottle on the beach (which is why I went to pick it up). Turned out to be a clamshell geode. People who lived on Willoughby Spit spent decades searching for them after a hurricane or nor’easter. I was visiting a friend when I found it.

Puck’s look of love for Ted!!

Rocks are like snowflakes each are unique.

Aw, cute =) I actually have a teeny rock that lives in my jacket pocket—it’s smooth & has interesting shapes.

… I have a bag of rocks in my room. And a collection of crystals and such on my bookshelf.

Ahhh… I went through the phase of bringing every rock home. My poor parents. And the ruckus I raised when I found my very first fossil… boy. I was a kid who loved nature.