Last week we found a European Goldfinches' nest, containing three eggs, in
the branches of an ornamental pear tree in the yard. This morning, a
neighbour's cat (that killed a couple of Blue Wrens recently) was standing on
his hind legs, fore paws gripping the trunk.
Fortunately, I knew Mrs Cat Owner had left for work, so I fetched my trusty
old cat-eliminator. Keeping a low profile (and advising Younger Brat to shut up
or I'd thump her) 'cause, sure as heck, I didn't want any stickybeaks noticing
what I was up to, I sneaked to within three metres of my target, knelt, took
aim, held my breath and squeezed the trigger.
Bullseye! Or, in this instance, Catsbum! The wounded marauder emitted a
piercing Miow! and promptly disappeared into the ether. Which goes to show that
the speed of light is only marginally faster than a shot cat.
See, a garden hose, fitted with a trigger nozzle, is a Jim Dandy cat