Some time ago, English Jonny asked me a very good question: "T.J., you have a cat. Why? A cat provides nothing but hair everywhere, and the untimely view of an anus at the breakfast table. What good is a cat?"
Before I could answer, his wife replied: "Ha! The answer then must be the same to 'What good is a husband.'
I spit out my toast and jam, but promised to ponder the question.
Now, I have a good answer.
