Another awesome headline:
Do Not Try to Recreate This 16th-Century German Cat Bomb at Home
The story is illustrated by a painting of two incendiary devices complete with feline and avian delivery systems.
Another awesome headline:
Do Not Try to Recreate This 16th-Century German Cat Bomb at Home
The story is illustrated by a painting of two incendiary devices complete with feline and avian delivery systems.
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Can you really read that headline without saying to yourself, “I am totally going to make that 16th-century cat bomb here at my home?”
I think not.
1.) There is absolutely, positively no such thing as a “guided cat”. Therefore, any attempt to create such a device is doomed to blow up in your face.
2.) No offense to the Germans, but the Hebrews came up with this first:
http://bible.cc/judges/15-4.htm
(no politics or religion).
It’s like Disraeli said:
Yes, I am a Jew, and when the ancestors of the right honorable gentleman were brutal savages in an unknown island, mine were making fox bombs.
Disraeli, huh? That’s switching Gears.
(To everyone’s relief, I considered, but dropped a pun relating to the “Cream of the comments”, and also a “Datraeli” joke).
Golf Claptons.
I have a cat who would be perfect for the job.
Bonus: you can guide her. You will need a commando to place crunchies at the target, and to do so within her field of vision, but after that, she will move to the target of her own volition with a relatively high reliability.
For the bonus of adding insult to injury – will she, in true catlike fashion, proudly present the chosen target with a face-full of cat-butt, just prior to detonation?
“NOW YOU SEE THE FACE OF HELL!!!”
“NOOOOOO!!!! MENDOZAAAAAA!!!”
(cat explodes)
LOL. I am presented with The Best Part Of The Cat often while watching television, and she seems particularly fond of doing this while I’m watching a cooking show. Ah, she sits neck to me now, licking said cat-butt while I eat my lunch as though this were socially acceptable behavior. Loathsome beast.
(…Fortunately, my wife only rarely reads comments on other peoples’ sub-blogs unless I point them out.)
My fat stupid cat thinks “dinner time” means “lick your vagina” time.
“lick your vagina time”
Worst Nick Jr. show ever.
I don’t even WANNA know what kind of hits that particular combo of words is gonna bring to the page.
Don’t let Ethan see this or we’ll be getting another on drone warfare.
(no politics at MD.)
Are you thinking of attaching bombs to male bees or Bertie Wooster?
I plan on rigging this to explode once people have been lulled into a trance.
I hereby officially volunteer my two cats for any and all test runs of this, or any, very dangerous technology. I mean, it is for the children, right?
Cat go boom.
I think it is reasonable to say that, as long as there have been cats and there have been bombs, there have been cat bombs. People like blowing things up, and they are always trying to get rid of their cats, so the two interests naturally coalesced.