I just had pretty much the most awkward conversation in my life just moments ago, in my backyard, with my neighbor, who I've spoken to maybe twice in eight years.

Neighbor: *from behind fence, so all we can see of one another is each others faces* Hey, you haven't had any stray cats crawling through your yard, have you?
Me: *looking at my open door, making my music very audible from inside the house before turning to my neighbor* No... Why?
Neighbor: Oh. The woman across the street let her cat out, and she hasn't seen it in a few days.
Me: Oh. Well. No. I don't think we've had any cats. Hopefully not. We had an eagle back here last week. *Smiling in a friendly manner*

Now, that doesn't sound that awkward, but it was approximately at this time that he curled his neck over my end of the fence, making it visible to my neighbor that I was urinating on the fence with a flyswatter in my hand.

Me: *trying to make the situation less awkward* But... I'm sure it'll be fine...