Securing the Garden Perimeter

Too many patrols spent inside four walls. I shoved the kitchen screen door open just enough to squeeze my plush body through and hit the brick garden path. Outside air crisp, ears twitching at every rustle. Near the flowerpot sat a rogue prize: a small, smooth round red berry roll-tested across the damp soil. I charged in, planted my front paws right on it to claim possession, and gave the stone border a sharp tap with my tail. Sector outside is officially marked and guarded.