He uses his night vision goggles during the day, to be sure that he doesn’t miss anything.
A wily cat slides around on his back in this video.
I am the last of my squad. Too many of my brothers have lost four, eight, even all nine of their lives to this war. Some escape into the blissful release of a catnip overdose. Some finally crack under the weight of the horror that they’ve seen, their minds scrambling like a laser pointer dancing on a wall. Some get confused by sound of the sink dripping and simply wander away to lick themselves.
That leaves me—an errand cat sent by grocery clerks to collect a bill—to patrol the kitchen day after day, waiting for our phantom enemy to show his mangy, toilet-water-soaked face so that I can plunge my KA-BAR knife deep into his gut as I whisper softly into the night: “The dog . . . the dog . . .”
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