I seek a painting of a rat

That would be an entirely different sort of exhibit, linkat, one that would exclaim "HALF MAN -- HALF RAT!!"

I seek only the rat.

2008 is the year of the rat.

The old circus side shows had mostly the bearded ladies, didn't they

Not a painting, but you might be interested as it on sale on ebay...

I also found the sideshow sign, but without the picture of the rat...

You can find anything on ebay.....

This is as close as I've been able to get (so far). I think this rat's name is Cappy Bara

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How about this?

The picture or the cream?

God only knows why he wants the picture... maybe he wants to taunt his capybaras... only I know why he wants the cream... it's top-secret and I'm loyal so I can't divulge the reason.










(psssst! what's it worth to you? I'll tell you everything!)

Ever heard the phrase "the rabbit died"? In my early lab years rats were still used for pregnancy tests. I used to have to inject the rats, but the pathologist took care of the extra nasty part the next morning. I didn't like it then but am more grossed out now, from the rats' point of view. The rats were in the basement in cages. The pathologist used to take friendly movie stars to the basement to see the rats.

Fortunately, lab testing has made advances. (I've no idea if that pathologist did, but I think not. He just liked to share.) Oh, and I quit that job, not only for that reason but that was among them. I actually liked the pathologist and don't mean to demean him in memory.

Anyway, shewolf's ratty is asking me, what the hell?

Okay, two very important questions, osso:



Why????



if the pathologist did what - make advances? And the reason for you quitting?

Just trying to get a clear picture here.

1) Yes, word play/association again. Keep up, Mame! I was 25-26 then. Not the complete dumbo of years earlier, and I can fairly completely visualize the lab now, the pathologists, the techs, the drivers (Nat, the driver, and Sharon the tech, harmonizing Motown), the patients (there was the star with the mink lined trench coat, and so on). I even had to ask patients for semen samples. I might snort now, but I nearly died at the time.

I seriously doubt the pathologist made any advances, even though I just opened that as a possiblity with word play. Given my then age and the darkish basement I'm sure the thought occurred to me and I laughed to self at the impossibility. Now I think 'who knows?' but I still doubt it. He really was a guy that loved to talk about science and politics. Indeed that was why I was hired, plus my background to that time.

2) on quitting, I took the job because I wasn't learning hematology in my time starting the university lab in another clinical interest, rheumatology.
I guess I was a closet wannabe pathologist. The clinical lab I landed at didn't teach me one more whit of pathology, this and the stuff with the ratties impelled my need to move.

3) I applied to the uni for a job in hematology to work my way up and was intercepted by the old lab boss who had probably been asked if I was ok. Ended up starting a research lab with a previous associate who was both a rheumatologist and hematologist. Perfect, I was happy there for many years.

You're a true Renaissance woman, osso, a woman of many parts, a kaeidoscope, even.

I like you.

I like you too. We're different in a lot of ways but not all so much.


Jo

That is EXACTLY what I was looking for!

Thank you very much, boomer.

I could take that rat. No problem.

And here I thought you were the model for the rat's dinner in the poster.


So Gus, is this your new art poster for over the couch?

Surely you suggest, Green Witch - that's clearly a picture for his
bedroom. Preferably on the ceiling over the bed, instead of a mirror,
you know.

for above the bed.... this would be my choice....


http://img225.imageshack.us/img225/8315/rat2lh5.jpg