My husband used to tell our cats to get a job every evening he arrived home to find them lounging around. He would list their expenses for them, not that they cared but it was comical. He wasn't a big fan of cats to begin with. Then one day a mouse ran by him in the bathroom and he freaked out. He came out in panic mode. I told him to pack the kids up because we were going to spend some quality time at the McDonald's playplace. On the way out I told the cats to find the mouse. My DH was so confused but he followed instructions and I explained they wouldn't work if we were watching. He asked how we would know if they took care of the problem. I assured him we would know. Sure enough we arrived home to find mouse guts on DH's pillow. He never complained again.