Me: We need to take the cat to the shelter fast. Dad’s named it.
Mom: Oh, no. What did he name it?
Dad, in a sad little voice: We’re keeping him.
Mom: You are incorrect.
Dad: He has a name, his name is Corbin –
Mom: No –
Dad: – he’s very fuzzy and he likes to have his belly rubbed. Here, listen (attempts to push cat on Mom) – listen to his motor, he’s purring really loud –
Mom: We can have that cat if you get rid of two of the others.
Dad: … (to the cat) The Wicked Witch of the West! She’s the Witch, isn’t she, isn’t she, Corbin.
People dump animals near our house a lot. Possibly it’s because they know about Dad.