And so did the water gun. My son filled it up, so it lacked the vinegar I’d planned to use. Still, the black cat was headed to my yard and I aimed and missed. As she stood there acting like she was sure I didn’t mean it, I aimed again and came closer to squirting her with the water. “Remember this???” I asked as I squirted the water gun again. Oh, yes, she did. She turned around and went back home.
I’m not so sure that Hunter is oblivious to what is going on anymore. She sat there and watched and seemed quite pleased at what was happening.