Stop Poking My Chicken Poop

I have a rifle, you have a double-barreled shotgun - you're just old fashioned that way. The cat, the black and white cat, is watching everything from the barn. I am just letting you know that we don't have to fight it out like this, even though your fence-line is clearly 2 inches over my spread! The cat is considering moving to town. Why don't you go back to where you came from, over there – 2 inches away.