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Caturday’s BAAACK!

Long-time readers may have blocked out the memory, but when this blog first started, I was feeling my way as a blogger and trying out a variety of different types of posts. One genre was the venerable Caturday meme. And guess what – it’s back! Thanks to a recent story in the Daily Mail about 16C rocket cats. Yes, you’ve probably heard of WW2-era bat bombs, and now we have German rocket cats (and birds).

16C German rocket cats

16C German rocket cat (and bird) attacking a city, c. 1530 – not that you could tell from the fortifications.

And here I wasted 380 pages talking about cannons and trenches and mines. (Admittedly, I did mention stratagems, so I get partial credit.) How could I have missed the obvious, revolutionary impact of animal explosives? Now there’s your Military Revolution!

On a serious note though, is this more than just another example of some crank repeating a crazy idea here? For example, do we see more cases of such fanciful deus ex machina proposals when the trace italienne is still dominant? Is this an example of a more general tendency for people to fall back on wishful thinking when they face a difficult challenge?

Ghost Cat!

As more and more people are doing these days, I photographed an overdue interlibrary loan book with my small digital camera – the book was so thick that the photocopier blacked out too much of the inner margins. I used a transparent plexiglass sheet to hold the very thick book open. After turning in the book, I scanned through the pictures, just to make sure they were all in focus and that the margins are legible. Lo and behold, I come across proof positive that ghosts really do exist! Those 19C spectral photographers really were onto something after all.

My Research Assistant, Abby

You know what time it is….

Caturday! Back despite popular demand, we have yet another feline-focused post. This time, we highlight the role of cats in early modern strategy. From the cat’s mouth.

Leo Belgicus (Visscher 1630)

“The truth is, great Monarchs are justly compar’d to the Lion, who is King of the Beasts, never contented with the produce of their own Country; but living upon the Flesh of their Enemies, I wish I could not say Subjects; conquering and plundering their Neighbours, and burdening their own People with Taxes and Contributions. Yet tho they appropriate to themselves all the Advantages of the Country, they would still be deficient in Strength, if by means of the Fox’s Skin they could not sometimes answer their Enemies, and even their own Subjects, and escape the Snares laid for them by others.

Whereas Republicks governing with more Gentleness, Wisdom, and Moderation, have naturally a more powerful and numberless train of Inhabitants adhering to them than Monarchs, and therefore stand not in need of such Maxims, especially those that subsist by Trade, who ought in this matter to follow the commendable example of a Cat: For she never converses with strange Beasts, but either keeps at home, or accompanys those of her own Species, meddling with none, but in order to defend her own; very vigilant to provide for Food, and preserve her young ones: she neither barks nor snarls at those that [246] provoke or abuse here; so shy and fearful, that being pursued, she immediately takes her flight into some Hole or Place of natural Strength, where she remains quiet till the noise be over. But if it happens that she can by no means avoid the Combat, she is more fierce than a Lion, defends her self with Tooth and Nail, and better than any other Beast, making use of all her well-husbanded Strength, without the least neglect or fainting in her Extremity. So that by these Arts that Species enjoys more quiet every where, live longer, are more acceptable, and in greater number than Lions, Tygers, Wolves, Foxes, Bears or any other Beasts of Prey, which often perish by their own Strength, and are taken where they lie in wait for others.

A Cat indeed is outwardly like a Lion, yet she is, and will remain but a Cat still; and so we who are naturally Merchants, cannot be turned into Souldiers. But because the Cat of Holland hath a great round Head, fiery Eyes, a dreadful Beard, sharp Teeth, fierce Claws, a long Tail, and a thick hairy Coat, by means of our Merchants; our Stadtholder and Captain-General from time to time, and after him some of our Allies or Rulers, who had reaped Profit by War, have made use of all the said Features, and the stout Defence which this Cat made when she was straitned and pinch’d by the Spanish Lion, as so many Reasons to prove that she was become a Lion; and have made her so far to believe it, against most manifest Truth, that they have prevail’d with her for fifty Years successively to fall upon other Beasts, and fight with them. ….”

From Peter (Pieter) de la Court, The true interest and political maxims of the republick of Holland and West-Friesland. In three parts, London: 1702, pp. 245-246. Dutch original published in 1662.

Leo Belgicus (Kaerius 1617)

Touché, pussy cat

Yet another (post-Thanksgiving) Caturday is upon us, and since I’m still digesting, I’ll keep it simple by reminiscing about the good old days of wholesome, family entertainment.

I will admit that I don’t think I’ve seen many of the gazillion movies on the Three Musketeers – so which one is the best and why? The latest version with Legolas and Joan of Arc has a bit of a steampunk vibe.

Suggested readings:

  • Dumas, Alexander. The Three Musketeers. 1844. Many free English editions.
  • Courtilz de Sandras. Memoirs of Monsieur d’Artagnan. Free 1898 English edition.

And if you like fantasy novels, Steven Brust had a good series in a Three-Musketeers-type world, with mostly Hungarian-sounding titles like Taltos.

Caturday: Animals in War

Elephants. Dogs. Messenger pigeons. Even the faithful steed, Equus ferus caballus. For centuries animals such as these have helped man in their struggle to maim and kill other men. But a less-well-known  contributor is Felis catus; the following anecdote illustrates the non-lethal use of this weapon:

“I had not been many Hours in Bed, but comes the Footman of the Gentleman who entertain’d us, to my Door with a Challenge for affronting him for his Civility, by Spewing into his Punch-bowl. I sent him Word I Would not fail to meet him at the Time and Place appointed, God willing; so put on a clean Shirt, and equipped my self for the Adventure. But considering I had a Man of Fortitude to deal with, and one that would face any thing upon Earth, except a Cat which he hated much more than he did the fight of the Devil; I therefore thought Policy beyond Strength* against such an Adversary, so resolv’d to set my Wits on work to prevent Bloodshed and fortunately having a Cat in my Chamber that had not Kitten’d above a Week I took the whole Progeny out of the Nest, which consisted of half a Dozen, puts three into one Coat-pocket, and three into t’other, and away I march’d behind Southampton-Wall to meet my Antagonist; where I waited but a few Minutes e’er he approach’d the Place in a great Fury; I argu’d the Matter reasonably with him, but found nothing would attone for the Affront but downright Fighting, so stepping a few Paces back he gave me the Word and draws. I instead of applying my Hands to my Sword, apply’d them to my safer Ammunition the Kittens, and fortifies each Fist with a young Mrs. Evans; I grip’d ’em hard to make ’em Mew, that the Onset might be the more terrible; no sooner did he set his Eyes upon his little squawling Adversaries, but away he scower’d, as if a Legion of Devils had been in pursuit of him. I after him, tossing now and then one of my Hand-Granadoes at him, but took care to pick them up again, lest my Ammunition would be spent. Who would follow me into the Fields at a Pittance by the Scent, but the old one, in quest of her young, who by this time came up with us, and seeing her hopeful Issue thus terribly abus’d, she flew about like a Fury; at first he only travers’d his Ground at a little distance, but when he saw the Mother of the Family come cocking her Tail, whetting her Talons, and staring worse than a dead Pig, he ran outright to Totnam-Court, as if Vengeance had pursued him, took Sanctuary at Inman’s since which Retreat I have nor yet seen him; but for Self-preservation, which you know is Nature’s Law, I have ever since walk’d arm’d with a Brace of Kittens in my Pocket, for fear of farther Danger”

The Works of Mr. Thomas Brown: Letters from the dead to the living and from the living to the dead, v2 (1720), 235-236.

* Note the contrast of policy with strength – a dichotomy that will play a big part of my book on battle.

Here’s the link