I read "Swaya" by Yaroslav Hasek.
I met a cat and a shredder, I can't help but share.

On the table in front of him was attached a map of the theatre of military action with flags on boulders, but the flags were overturned and the fronts moved. Pallots with flags were rolled under the table.
The whole theatre of warfare at night unrecognizable turned the cat, which was held in the regiment office of the writer. The cat resembled the Austro-Hungarian front and wanted to bury a bunch, but dropped the flags and smashed the feces on all positions, irrigated the fronts and fortifications and struck the army corps.
Colonel Schroeder was very short-sighted.
The officers of the marching battalion watched with interest how Colonel Schroeder’s finger approached these mobs.
"The way to Bug, gentlemen, lies through Sokol," said the colonel with the appearance of a prophet and advanced his index finger toward the Carpathians, while entering one of those bands with which the cat tried to make the map of the theatre of military actions relief.