Yeah, so, after sitting on my back deck with my airsoft pistol next to me, and the all-metal electric full auto MP5 ready in case I needed it... swilling beers... just sittin' here nice and content... I heard my younger cat growl and looked at where she was looking. Not twenty feet from me, really well camouflaged in the tree branches overhanging the fence, was the little fucker that pissed on my waders. At first I couldn't see him, then I picked up on his eyes looking at me. Pointed the sight a little to the right and fired two in succession into the offenders ass end. He was off that fence instantly and hasn't been back. And if he does come back, I'll have a non-lethal arsenal ready to let his stupid feline ass know this is MY yard and MY garage and any little furry fucker that thinks it isn't is gonna have some welts on their asses. I got my cats for my son. And now he's gone. I like them sometimes... sometimes.. they are really disgusting little animals. What I'd give for a dog. This post, was merely a product of me realizing I'm still sitting out here on my deck in the dark, satisfied, and realizing I must be bored since I was the last commenter for the last six posts in a row. Ok. Going to bed! Soon... I promise... heheh.