Sunday, January 3, 2016


A roaming cat had acted as an intermediary between Allied and Central Power Western Front lines and was used by the English, French and German soldiers. So they could send messages to each other by tying scraps of paper to this cat's homemade collar.
The cat would then run back and forth across No Man's Land, from one trench to the other.
Actually like all cats do that are not house bound (as they should be), was really just looking for temporary lodging, comfort and food.
So when the superior officers of all three armies found out. They ordered that the cat was to be caught and should be shot for its being a fraternization go-between.
For it was after a Christmas truce of 1914 when enmity miraculously faded and one German soldier in his dug-out sang “Stille Nacht. Then his English opposite number joined in with “Silent Night” and the deadly enemies shyly scrambled out into the open air, some clutching presents of rum and schnapps, and whiskey, lebkochen. With Huntley and Palmer's digestive biscuits; and they began to swap them with broad smiles, impromptu football matches also broke out up and down the battle lines...
Thus enabling fraternization to begin between the warring troops, on the Western Front of World War One.
These popular displays of comradeship; these congenial armistices; these undeclared and unauthorized cease-fires…
Were of course outlawed by the all governments at war and declared that all such happenings as high treason!
All Committed offenders, were subject to the same field punishment, namely the firing squad.
The cat, however, as all cats, was a law unto itself.
It would wait purring patiently after feeding whilst cheery little note scrawls in English, French and German.
Was being attached to a homemade collar for such purpose of communicating between the armies, that had notes which read such as:
“Hello Fritz.”

“Gutentag Tommy.”
“Fröhliche Weihnachten, Tommy.”“Happy Christmas, Fritz.”
“Joyeux Noël”

Back and forth the cat skipped across the mud and snow, to the other trench across the hard, unforgiving soil of No Man's Land; first appearing at Mons and later at in Passchendaele.
This communication by cat was judged by the top Military Brass to constitute a threat!
Through its enabling treasonous acts this cat, through its being an accessory to the undermining of moral.
So the cat was finally arrested and shot for espionage after it arrived in French lines wearing a newer collar than usual and bearing a note (in French) which read “which regiment are you from?” The General in charge decided just to follow the letter of the law, the cat was shot by firing squad for spying.
That was World War One; a war crime that left fifty million dead, including a hungry cat,
Who's barely ever mentioned but whose bloodstained paw-prints are a lone, feline testament to war's absurdity!

The source  for this story is from the Christmas truce film “Joyeux Nl”, the Director of the Film, Christian Carion, drew on a real life story of a cat who as I said one day was ultimately shot for treason. The real-life story was so ridiculous and upsetting, Film Director Christian Carion decided not to include it in the film but only mention it in passing, because he thought the viewers of the film “Joyeux Nl”, would not believe the truthful absurdity of a cat being shot for treason.
This the stupidest thing that I have ever read from,
Sir Richard...
P.S. A cat looks down upon a man, and a dog looks up to a man, but a pig will look a man straight in the eye and see his equal. by WINSTON CHURCHILL

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