With one quick swipe, she has told DD1 not to chase her / follow her / pull her tail / bother her 24/7. DD1 now sits nice and quietly near her, doesn't run her ragged, and is always pleasant and polite to her. The cat enjoys watching a bit of TV, reading the odd novel (she's also a guardianista, dontcha know) and even manages to drink the odd warn drink before it gets cold. Yet, I am still run ragged, don't know what a TV is, haven't looked at the paper for aaaages and no longer know the pleasure of a hot cuppa.
I have been well and truly out done by a feline. She is the better parent!