Ginger provocation

I think the last straw was yesterday, when Ellen sprung me attacking the ginger cat from down the driveway. She yelled at me and made me start this blog as therapy. But I say the ginger cat was asking for it! He should know better than to venture down my end of the driveway. And to sit on top of my garage roof -- MY ROOF! -- and stare at me while I was stuck inside . . . well of course I was going to seize the moment when the garage door was opened. He made as if to slink away, then when his back was turned I ran up and jumped, screetching, on his back. That got him! I don't suppose he'll learn from the experience though.