Our neighbors have a cat. An aloof, patio furniture ruining, late night meowling turd that’s stripped the bark from most of our trees and turned our flower beds into its own private crap crypt.
To you– you stuck up little orange-haired bastage!– I dedicate this vintage short:
no you don’t need a dog…. we are now picking up the last 4-5 months of dog crap that has littered the yard. you also have to worry about vet bills, holes dug in the grass and your flower beds used for chaise lounges. oh and the dog catcher and the great city of river heights hunting you down if you have failed to register your dog. nope maybe go for those caterpillar condos that you can watch your caterpillar transform into a beautiful butterfly that you can then set free. yep!
no you don’t need a dog…. we are now picking up the last 4-5 months of dog crap that has littered the yard. you also have to worry about vet bills, holes dug in the grass and your flower beds used for chaise lounges. oh and the dog catcher and the great city of river heights hunting you down if you have failed to register your dog. nope maybe go for those caterpillar condos that you can watch your caterpillar transform into a beautiful butterfly that you can then set free. yep!
I see your point, but a caterpillar can’t eat the neighbor’s cat.
just get a soft shooting pellet gun thingy. then go to town. I won’t tell on you.
Just get a real gun. Or tie them up and throw them in your creek. Nobody will miss them. Stupid cats.