I heard a sound outside, and quickly turned on the front porch light, opened the front door, and pulled out my gun. Stealthily, I crept out to the road, today I was going to win this fight.
Every evening round this time these mongrels would make their stand. Caterwauling, screeching, creating bedlam. Some said it was just youthful hijinks, I said it was time it was dealt with, and as I spied them creeping through the shadows I stilled, before deftly pumping the gun and taking aim.
The kittens ran eagerly to the stream of milk from my water pistol