No, it's much more exciting to watch someone be poisoned, electrocuted or pushed over a cliff.
Naturally, their latest craze has spilled over into their play.
However, despite both girls having a love of cats that borders on obsession, neither of them wants to be Tom.
They have rightly surmised that Jerry is the smarter of the two and always comes out on top.
And, let's face it, no one wants to engage in a game that they know they will lose before they even start.
So, after a few diplomatic discussions, they reached the agreement that they would both be Jerry - leaving auditions wide open for the role of Tom.
Having seen the footage and not being in possession of nine lives, I politely declined. And so their father was cast.
From that moment on, he has been jumped on, chased and generally harassed.
(Thankfully, he has not yet been set on fire or blown up with dynamite. Although the two small rodents do regularly take to him with plastic spoons, after he explained that using forks - as per a particular episode - was not acceptable.)
But perhaps the biggest insult is that he has lost his title. No longer "Dad", he's now referred to by the girls as "Tom".
At the school gates: "Goodbye Tom."
At the playground: "Push me on the swing, Tom."
And even when they watch him play football: "Go Tom! Go Tom!"
"I feel like their stepfather," he complains.
Which is, understandably, a little disconcerting.
But, given their "Jerry" antics, it is something he could certainly use to his advantage.
There are plenty of times I would like to claim no genetic connection.
