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During the 1970's, the CIA trained cats to spy on heads of state
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During the '70s, the CIA trained cats to spy on heads of state. Nicknamed “Spy Cat," the project involved training cats to lip read, or those that were more "savvy" could just understand what humans were saying. They were also trained to write in shorthand and transmit using mouse code (sorry) if they lost their pad & pencil.
However, sources claim that the experiment was a failure when the first cat spy “Fat Roger” got stuck in catflap and his notepad was seized revealing his cat spy status. He was "turned" by the Russians and grassed on the Americans. His more notable successes were identifying that President Nixon had a hot lap and finding a good spot to shit in the Whitehouse garden - by the bins.
However, his handler, “Bonkers” Bob Bastardfingers, claimed that the operation was a success. He says the real reason the program isn't still being used is that the then CIA Director, Gary Wolfhound, was more of a dog lover. Bob now teaches ferrets to do the moonwalk.
Sadly, Fat Roger ended his days as a recluse and died penniless.
During the '70s, the CIA trained cats to spy on heads of state. Nicknamed “Spy Cat," the project involved training cats to lip read, or those that were more "savvy" could just understand what humans were saying. They were also trained to write in shorthand and transmit using mouse code (sorry) if they lost their pad & pencil.
However, sources claim that the experiment was a failure when the first cat spy “Fat Roger” got stuck in catflap and his notepad was seized revealing his cat spy status. He was "turned" by the Russians and grassed on the Americans. His more notable successes were identifying that President Nixon had a hot lap and finding a good spot to shit in the Whitehouse garden - by the bins.
However, his handler, “Bonkers” Bob Bastardfingers, claimed that the operation was a success. He says the real reason the program isn't still being used is that the then CIA Director, Gary Wolfhound, was more of a dog lover. Bob now teaches ferrets to do the moonwalk.
Sadly, Fat Roger ended his days as a recluse and died penniless.