Battling the Grass

Me and Little Kat sneak out of the house. It is hard to see anything. The grass has grown higher than our heads. That won't do. So I talk Little Kat into helping me chop down this jungle. Little Kat says we should eat our way through. I try to munch a little, but this grass tastes like, well, grass.

I go back into the house. After climbing up onto a shelf, I borrow a set of keys to the shed. Now we are cooking. Luckily there is a ladder in the shed. Little Kat climbs the ladder to a high shelf. He grabs a pair of shears with his mouth. So when he starts biting, the shears do some mean cutting of grass. He makes little progress. I decide we need more firepower to get the job done.

Somehow I manage to open the doors to the big shed in the back yard. I tie the starter cord to the fence. Then I get a running start and lunge onto the mower. It gets the mower going down the hill, causing the starter rope to pull away from the mower. The engine makes a bit of noise, then dies. I have to pull that heavy mower up the hill 3 times before the engine starts and remains on. My paw can move the lever that causes the mower to go forward. I am too small to steer it with the human handle. But when I claws grab ahold of one when darn thing can go either right or left.

I start to get the hang of steering this big lawn mower for one straight line through the yard. That is when I find that I cannot steer it into a circle. The mower bangs up against the white fence on the side of the yard. A couple white pickets break and fall into the neighbor's year. Luckily I spring up and cut off the mower motor. There has got to be a better way to get rid of all this grass. Anybody know the phone number for some hungry cows?