Respect mah authoritah!

Huh - in my dreams!  I'm afraid the sad truth is that nobody respects mah authoritah around here *.

If I shout at the cats, they glance round at me for a second and then carry on regardless.  The second time I shout at them, in a much louder, crosser voice, they don't even bother to look.  I have exactly the same effect on interloping tomcats who give me GETOUTOFMYHOUSE rage.  They might as well say "face - bothered?" at me.  By contrast, when G shouts at the cats, they immediately stop what they're doing and jump down/run away/drop it/hide or whatever is required.  No sass whatsoever.  

Furthermore, Microboy's reaction to me shouting angrily at the cats is a grin of unadulterated glee.  Sadly I don't think this is early evidence of sibling schadenfreude; it appears to be little other than evidence that the sound of my raised voice is hilarious.  Oh the parenting joy I have ahead of me...

* (G has pointed out that the only person around here who does in fact respect mah authoritah is G.  Well, I suppose that's something.)