i’ll sit here all night,
for as long as it takes,
watching,
waiting,
with a red-rider in the one hand,
a beer in the other,
and a window open just enough
to let out a shot,
to hit a cat,
in the process
of defecating
in my flower bed,
yet again,
for the last time.
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the sieve and the sand 
Sounds like a real humdinger of a party!
and nothing came of it either. i hate that cat!
nothing says nostalgia like a red-rider
sprinkle crushed red pepper all over the garden bed; it should keep the cat away.