Fortunately for Russell, he was more agile than I was at the moment and managed to evade me, though he did nothing to try to escape, snapping pictures of me as I lunged for him, clicking more of the kitchen past the door.

"Get the hell off my property." That sounded about right, growled in Dad's low and threatening cop voice.

But Russell was made of sterner stuff than the average human. I should have known that a mere command would grant me a grin and more ...