Some of you have met my Dad, but those of you from Wichita have had a much greater glimpse into the good doctor. He can be a bit of a nut. Prone to going around the house babbling the name of some person from an bizarre news story, or recounting the great somebody from a fairly obscure part of history, or perhaps his favorite, calling out the name of pet. He marches to his own beat. He recently has developed a habit of calling cats, pussy cats, but frequently drops the word cat. I find myself sitting in a room with my Dad and he'll call out "Here pussy" or "good pussy", shocked I'll look around the room, as much to gauge other people's reaction as to look for, well, you know, and then I'll see a cat strolling into the room. Clearly, this just isn't right, but I refuse to engage him this conversation. I have a recollection of one my brothers calling him on this habit, and him firmly holding his ground as if this is completely normal. In any event, he was visiting this past weekend and we have a cat. To make matters worse, on at least one occasion he mistakenly referred to the baby by the cat's "name". I think I was the only one that heard it (although I haven't brought up either), but this has clearly affected me adversely. This mustn't happen again, it just isn't right. Fair warning, any posts from "Dave's Dad" or "Ally" will be summarily deleted.