Where is he going, chat?
Where is he going, chat?
Where is he going, chat?
That mouse will never see it coming!
Where we droppin', chat?
Where we droppin', cat?
Are you to have me believe, as God's own truth, that a hole full of water, a mere cistern, itself took parachute in hand and affixed it to this feline?
I was going to comment on the lack of a hyphen, but you did it better than I possibly could.
Straight to the middle of his designated landing zone. As we all know, he's a well prepared kitty.
During WW2, the US explored using cats on parachutes to guide bombs to targets. The idea never was put into practice, though.
Huh, I wonder why having the most chaotic animals known to mankind guide explosives to a precise location never took off...
Presumably, the reasoning goes, a falling cat would choose the deck of a Japanese warship over the open water.
In any case, they got a bit further along with dropping bombs filled with small bats implanted with incendiary explosives, which would then roost in wooden buildings. That project was only cancelled when they had atom bombs working.
To land on a tall table and push everything off the edge.
They should be putting that parachute on the things.
Maybe Moisty Mire? But not Loot Lake.
Just like me, going insane
Down.
I think that's a she
She is on a mission!
To inspect the cat nip fields
B rush B!
Sanhok
What textbooks are you using?
A study on the effectiveness of cat paratroopers in modern battles by Hugh Mann.
Hugh Mann. Now that's a name I can trust!