Big brokerage model is 'on the roof'

Letters From the Home Front

Whenever my husband and I see one of those telltale signs of trouble, we fall back on an old joke. "The cat is on the roof," we say. I don’t remember where I first heard it, and it has many variations, but it goes something like this.

A man is away on vacation, and his brother has been house-sitting for him. When he calls home to check on things, the brother says, "Your cat died."

"What?" the man replies in shock.

"Yep. Dead. Bummer."