The following conversation took place last night as I stared down our cat while holding a hammer.
BRIDGETTE: (annoyed) Peter, what are you doing?
ME: I’m showing Franklin who’s in charge.
BRIDGETTE: Well I’m in charge, and I forbid you from beating our cat with a hammer.
ME: (walking away) Fine.
I was forced to concede that particular battle to my wife, but rest assured, a time will come when I’ll be home alone with the cat. She can’t protect him forever. I’ll make certain he gets the message that I’m the boss.
At least when Bridgette’s not around.