Two suburban gardeners were swearing vengeance on cats.
It appears to me, one said, "that they seem to pick out your choicest plants to scratch out of the ground."
There's a big tomcat, the other said, "that fetches my plants out and then sits and actually defies me."
Why don't you hurl a brick at him? asked the first speaker.
That's what makes me mad, was the reply. "I can't. He gets on top of my greenhouse to defy me."