Hawkeye carried the squirming creature into the Swamp, mindful of its claws. Rather than letting it get run over by that jeep, he had recalled BJ's endless stories of the antics of his own beloved cat, and brought it in. It had long, black hair and big loving yellow eyes, with a huge, fluffy, feathery tail.
BJ looked up as the door shut behind Hawkeye, and a grin spread over his face as he was handed the noisy cat.
"Shhh..." He said quietly, stroking the top of its head. Eventually the cat began to purr, but was still wiggling around, so BJ put it on the floor.
"Let's call him... Ashes. Where'd you find him, Hawk?"
"Rizzo was trying to make him into tomorrow's pancakes."
"You brought an animal in here?! You... you...! ACK! A black cat! Get it out! They're bad luck!!!"
Frank swatted at the cat with his Bible as he sniffed around by his cot. Hawkeye rose to Ashes' defense and grabbed him before Frank could do further damage, setting him down on BJ's cot again. But the little black kitty jumped up onto the stove in the center of the tent, and the vent rising up through the center of the tent tipped precariously, before falling and landing with a hollow noise on Frank's head. The Major's side of the tent was littered with ash.
Screaming and hollow threats ensued, with clouds of black dust puffing from Frank's mouth after each word. BJ ducked down to grab the now-frightened, aptly-named Ashes, but Hawkeye got to him first and hugged him against his chest.
"Bad luck, my left foot. I think I love you!"