Cats can see ghosts. Everyone
knows this who has ever watched a cat stare at what appears to be a blank wall. Yesterday morning, I went to an AMC Loews
theater and saw the new Ghostbusters
in IMAX 3-D. It struck me that, in case
of a ghost apocalypse, New York City would not need a team of humans armed with
proton packs in order to annihilate the spectral assailants. All you would need would be cats. Lots of them.
New York City has cats. Lots of
them.
In spite of what everyone has heard, cats can be trained. Aspiring cat trainers are recognizable by the
scars on their arms, legs and faces and the little holes in their
clothing. It would be a simple process
to take these scratched and bitten humans and train them to be cat
whisperers. Once this initial goal is
achieved, the next step would be for the cat whisperers to gather all the stray
cats in the city, like the Pied Piper of Hamelin. If music proves to be an effective feline
attractor, I recommend The Lion Sleeps
Tonight by Solomon Linda. That song
has an easy hypnotic effect.
Once a cat finds a ghost, it is imperative to get the cat to
chase the offending spirit away. Cats
are notoriously averse to obeying humans.
It will have to be in the cat’s interest to attack a ghost. I recommend using laser pointers. The minute a cat spots an invisible entity
and begins to stare at it, its cat whisperer can take the laser pointer and
point the little red dot in the direction in which the cat is staring. The cat will attack the red dot and, in the
process, scare the invisible pants off the ghost, who will fly off into wherever
startled spirits go.
I think I should present this plan to the office of the Mayor
of New York City, once I have it perfected.
I wonder how a letter of commendation would look on my wall.
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