Hi, it's me, Hank.
I had to get up on my high scratching post, give old gloom and doom a talking to.
"So you want the kid to ALWAYS live here at home?"
I had to wrestle the key board out of her hands.
Said to her, "What about that guy that lives here?"
"What about Me, am I chopped liver?"
Now she is following me around the house with that infernal flashing thing.
...maybe I should have kept my mouth shut.