The Cat Wears Prada

I vowed a few weeks ago not to write about my cat as not everyone finds her as endearing as I do especially my son in law whom I suspect is a dog fancier. I had that feeling when I watched him try to get Nigel( the cat before this one) to fetch a ball and jump over a stick. Here is a man who needs a dog I thought, though now that I know him better perhaps he was trying to make the point that cats are useless, which brings me back to Kathleen. She basically is useless. She has no working skills whatsoever except to kill animals smaller than herself. Right now she is trying desperately to nab a squirrel that can outwit her every move. She stalks birds ,bees, and flies. No kills yet. She watches the tray of the printer and when I fire it up she does her damndest to snag the thingy inside going back and forth. She walks over the keyboard when I am typing and so far has pulled down the living room curtains twice. Flies again. We have had a problem with mice this winter and when Kathleen came along I was sure that was the end of that, but no. There was absolutely no interest shown in indoor killing activities and so to the hardware store I went for mouse bait. She's just a pretty face our Kathleen and the best little groomer on the block. No unkempt coat for her, what would the squirrels think?