When I was single I used to tell people I had cats for two reasons--sanity and security.
The sanity part was because if you have a cat, then you aren't talking to yourself. The men in white jackets don't take you away for talking to the cat.
The security part related to bumps in the night. Oh, it's only the cat.
But since Ernest came to live with us, there's another reason--
--to laugh.
