For those of you who remember Damien Thorn, well, he had nothing on my cats. Oh sure, Damien had all of Hell behind him. What Damien didn’t have though was a PR guru like my daughter. She can explain away an uprooted potted plant or shattered crystal bowl with such finesse that you’re A) impressed with the prowess of the cat who is suspected, and B) admiring the cuteness of whichever one is stupid enough to still be in sight. Don’t think the cats don’t know this either.They suck up to her…big time. It’s a conspiracy I tell you. So allow me to introduce my daughter — the cat whisperer.