You guys have animals in your company lines, I have them right
in the laundry room on my floor!
Initially, the pregnant cat ventured into my bunk, and was about to
give birth to her litter right on the floor under one of my platoon
mate's bed. He nearly went ballastic... so did the cat. It tried to
claw us when we attempted to retrieve it, but eventually a brave
soul caught her up and brought her to settle inside a box in a
secluded area of the camp.
But as fate would have it, she went back up to our floor, this time
choosing the room where we hang stinky uniforms to dry (some
without washing them, should I add?). The birth itself gave off a
stink that mixed with the musk of pherohormones, and we gagged each
time we passed the laundry room on our way to the toilet.
The CSM ordered them out of the building, which we did, placing
them in a box somewhere else this time, but eventually they found
their way back to the laundry room, earning themselves a permanent
residence among styrofoam boxes, unused mattresses, and a whole lot
of stinking uniform...
Adding to the reputation for my camp being a zoo, we have a dog
which likes to hang around an abandoned building on the far end of
the camp, howling the daylights out of trembling prowlers whom were
already hesitant about approaching the darkened building...
From the descriptions, try guessing out my camp. 
