We laugh and urge her on to be a brave, strong kitty. But she forgets what she's doing if a moth flies by or she sees her tail or a leaf dances across her peripheral vision, and the pigeon wins again.
And then Odd Chick has to draw and watercolor a pigeon after we go in.
That pretty much sums up a great evening for us, except of course, the obvious.
(Okay, the rest of the story... Sweet Farmer and I had to go bale and rake hay at 8:45 p.m. until 3:00 a.m. because the moisture came in at that time).
I told the kitty "bye" and the moral to the story is: sweet moments don't grow on trees, somebody has to pay for the cat food.