That's my job.

Dear Jon,

It's a Sunday afternoon, and you are ready for a nap. For the last 30 minutes you've been chasing our cat, Albie, around the house. She's growling, hissing and swatting at you. We keep warning you that she's going to bite you, but you remain undeterred. Finally, after a yowl, growl and hiss from Albie, I said to you in a rather stern voice to leave Albie alone, and that I didn't want to have to tell you again.

In response, and in your defense, you slowly and authoritatively said to me, "Daddy, don't tell me to leave Albie alone. That's my job. I can't leave Albie alone."

Far be it from me to stand in the way of another man's work.

I love you much.

Dad