A house my family bought came with a nice grape vine. We built an arbor. The vine expanded and grew. Bumper crop of grapes. Birds came to eat the grapes. Cats noticed, and took to sleeping on top of the arbor. Birds didn't come any more. Bumper crop of grapes ripened (it may have been the next year's bumper crop, after the cats had the hang of sleeping up there).
The rest of the story: My mother decided to make wine with this huge crop of grapes, because she thought it was easier than making grape jelly. The wine turned out quite good. She served it at several parties that year, including some important, influential people from the university (where she worked).
And now, thirty years later, the Lubbock area produces wine! I swear we started the whole industry in that area! Accidently, of course.
Ann-Marita. I deleted my usual signature due to, oh, wait, if I say why, that might give too much away.