heh heh heh heh heh… I believe I recall reciting this ancient bit of wisdom myself, not so long ago.
Kitty-cat
Cougar-cat
By the way, you might ask, how did the fortification of the Funny Farm’s ramparts work?
Not well. The cat won. Again.
{sigh}
Cassie and I are out there trundling around the yard the other day, an extremely lovely day, and what should we see but Other Daughter’s big, fat orange tabby strolling up the far side of the pool. She is not fazed by the presence of the savage corgi. She is not fazed by the presence of the hostile human. The Enemy, in other words, makes her no never-mind. She ambles down to the far end, takes up a position under the Texas sage, lays herself down, stretches out luxuriously, and relaxes.
Cassie ignores her. I give up.
It is not possible to win against a cat.
Ain’t that the truth! ;o)
Yeeppp, that cat’s going to go away when she darned well pleases, not because you puny humans and dogs gave a hoot about it. 😛
The corgi from next door tried to come into my house today! What a sweetie. I thought of you and your girls.