Trouble Making Cat Cur-tailed

That's it!

I've had it with that cat!

Looking out the kitchen window to view the condition of the backyard birdfeeder - - is it needing replenished?  Is it leaning or standing up straight?  are there birds feasting?  and ... where's that cat?

 

Sure enough, I saw her face!  Her little round white face!  

 

Her body is wound up behind her face in pouncing position, skulking under the nearby stoop to the back deck waiting to abscound with an oblivious feeding bird!  Grrrrr.  This has got to stop!

 

So, I donned jacket and garden gloves and marched to the shed to look for lattice, those crossed wooden strips, to block cat's advances.  Well, that wasn't easy.  First, move over the bicycles.  Amanda found a free on on Marketplace after I asked her to keep a lookout; nice. And it was added to the rest.  Then bring out the bistro set...yes, one more thing off my Happy Tails list of May's to-dos...pull out the saved interior door covered in cobwebs, trapped bugs and lint and stuff, and navigate my body over a long rusty pipe, and yank and pull and struggle to get the one long piece of lattice I'd saved for a few years.  There's still another one in there for future emergencies, but this one will do.

 

Drug the orange bistro set (table and two chairs) out into the yard and Miss Lilly's Dora the Explorer Kitchen Play Set out into the Roger Run, replaced the bicycles and old trike and locked up the shed.  Shew, stand up straight, take a deep breath, and take the lattice to the back deck for nailing to the stoop.   White Face was rolling over in the grass for a good ol' scratching which I wasn't havin' instead I gave her a scowl.

 

There.

Take that, cat!

 

Who took what?  Ironically, I'm the one out of breath and wiping my brow, LOL.