Thursday, June 7, 2007
You Can't Eat Them...
I’m not new to teams and their pets. Special Forces teams are notorious for the pets that they adopt. In the past I’ve shared team rooms with pythons, nocturnal monkeys, baby parrots, tarantulas, and of course dogs.
At the moment we’re awash with cats. The media team has decided to set up what amounts to a Lebanon-style refugee camp for all of Baghdad’s lost cats, both Sunni and Shi’a. We have three separate generations of cats living on the villa grounds, with distant relatives showing up every day as the word spreads throughout the Muslim cat community. Of course these cats aren’t living strictly by the Koran, because there seems to be quite a bit of out of wedlock partnering going on, which of course begets more…cats.
We tried a dog, but ended up sending him away to a pleasant little farm in the Baghdad countryside because he kept getting very aggressive with anyone that he could reach. I don’t blame him really, being surrounded by…cats all day long will make anyone cranky.