My cat Elsa is an exceptionally good hunter, to the distress of every rodent family in the neighborhood ... except for squirrels, who laugh in her face.

Elsa can race up trees lightning quick, but not even greased lightning is fast enough to catch a squirrel in a tree. And Elsa ain’t greased.

The squirrel will be all the way up at the tallest branches that Elsa can’t even balance herself on before she’s halfway up the trunk. Squirrel turns around and chatters and you can just hear what Squirrel is saying. "You’ll never catch me, cat. This is my lawn and these are my trees. You might think you’re hot stuff, but you’re going to have to stick to mice and moles. This here squirrel is BOSS."

After these interactions, Elsa invariably comes inside and sulks, probably plotting ways to regain her position as unchallenged Queen of Beasts.