You can watch, but you can’t stalk!
(me, in a restrained command voice
when she gets too close to the window.)
She turns with a look that says, 
and I quote: Cant you see
that I’m still a cat?”

I haven’t the heart to ban her
from the bird room. Since the feeders
went up I spend hours there
and when she’s not sleeping
she likes to keep an eye on me.

If you start to quiver, I’ll shoot!
(me, a little firmer, water sprayer
in hand.) And she counters: 
Why don’t you tell the birds
I’m just TV?