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."