Intervention.

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.