When the beepy thing goes off in the morning, it's MY JOB to try and turn it off.
When your telephone rings, it's MY JOB to try and answer it, and then bring it to you, even if that means pushing it off the table.
When you go into the human litterbox room in the morning it's MY JOB to jump onto the windowsill and give you the morning weather report.
It's MY JOB to make shur that you don't forget how to do a proper hamstring rub when I'm laying next to you.
There's ofer jobs around here that Miles can do. Why does he haf to try and take over all my jobs?