I’ve decided that if and when we do go to war, I’m going to offer my cat Pippa to the U.S. Government as a secret weapon. You see, Pippa’s excretions are SO odorous that they would, as the saying goes, “knock a buzzard off a shit wagon”. The stench from the litterbox has been known to cover a whole floor of the house, creeping insidiously into all the rooms, and linger for hours. Perhaps our troops could use Pippa to knock the enemy unconcious, or at least running for barf bags, and then disarm them while unconcious/yacking their lungs up. They could hurl her turds into foxholes and “stench” the enemy out. It would be known as “Operation Stench-o-matic”.
I thought about offering my cat Olli also, as he is well versed in the ancient art of “Cling-Fu”, which is when he gets a cling nugget and upon exiting the litterbox, he races through the house so that the turd is loosened and flies through the air as though shot from a cannon. This could be used to confuse or gross out the enemy: “What is this that they are shooting at us? It smells horrible, like…like…it IS! It’s cat poop! <retch>”
I decided not to offer Olli, though, because he’s too much of a spaz.
I hope I didn’t offend anyone or that anyone thinks I’m not taking this situation seriously. I’m not trying to be offensive, and I do take the possibility of war seriously, but I wanted to bring a bit of levity to the proceedings. I’ve found that laughter has helped me these past few days.