Funny story: when we moved in where we live now, we were told by our closest neighbour, in no uncertain terms, on our first meeting, that if there was one thing she HATED it was cat poop in her garden. Many of our other neighbours have cats themselves. We've come to a working agreement with her: we sympathize when she complains about cats, we try to keep Lyra from sharpening her claws on her lilac tree, and we buy her that stinky gel to put in her flowerbeds that cats hate. She has our blessing to chase Lyra out of her garden in any way she wants to, including throwing a bucketful of water at her if needs be.
It transpired that her boyfriend, who visits frequently, adores cats, and is smitten with Lyra. And that Lyra loves to play with water coming from a hose. So they have gradually all become friends, and her DIL who lives a few doors down, confided in me one day that "you must have a special cat. My MIL really doesn't like cats, but she likes yours!" Lyra is now welcome in her garden, catches mice and hangs around being sociable and comes running when they pull out the hose. I wouldn't be surprised if she even gets to sharpen her claws on the lilacs every now and then. All the other neighbours cats are banned :-D

FTR I hate cat poop too.