Funny story.
Years ago we lived in a town house, in a not very integrated neighborhood, I caught one of the dogs going after my tomato plants and yelled out the back door, Sam, you stupid black b!tch get in here. the dog’s name was Sambuca.
I went out to check the damage and there is my next door neighbor, roaring laughing. She knew I hadn’t seen her when I hollered and knew I was going to be mortified, which I was. Thank goodness she and I were good friends!
We were refueling the motorhome in a not very integrated neighborhood and our cat, Tigger, was on the dash committing some mischief (maybe tearing down the GPS, I don’t recall.)
My husband yelled, “Tigger! Stop that!” really loud. The brothers and sisters stopped dead, you could hear a pin drop, and then activity resumed....