…but I think s/he might be sticking her/his tongue out at me.
She was staring right at me through my kitchen window the other morning, as I disturbed her breakfasting in the neighbor’s yard.
The grass may be greener on that side of the fence, but this side has its perks. No doubt she, the cause of much chagrin last summer, spent the winter safe and snug under our shed. Maybe with her cousins. (That Dash, our neighbor’s dog, can’t stay away from the corner of the yard next to the shed confirms that theory.)
Well little missy, I still have that live trap I borrowed, and I’m just itching to hook you up with a beautiful new home in a sunny meadow far, far away. (Or at least in that vacant lot ½-mile down the road.)
Mark my words: I’ll get you my pretty. And your little cousins too!
Strong, deeply rooted desire is the starting point of all achievement.
~Napoleon Hill
Writing by Ear 