There she was, Little Miss "I Know Everything and I Know it Better Than You Because I Am an Expert on Everything": Martha Stewart.

She was featuring cat breeds on her TV show this morning.  She got her paws on one of the cats and then immediately advised the handler that she found (shame of shames) a hair snag.

I snorted and thought (not too delicately) that the cat should just bite her.  And that's when I knew that all was well, God was in his Heavens, and the world was in balance.

That cat bit her!

The real kicker was when the final cat was brought on stage, an orange and white Persian.  That cat was having none of the famous Martha Stewart fawning and cooing. 

It started with a string of death-warning hisses. And then, its rage building, the cat did what Martha's human guests could never do: It whapped Martha. 

The cat then whipped around and moved in for the kill.  But before the cat could make an all out attack on Martha, the handler constrained it.

Oh, just let the cat go, I thought; Martha's a big girl, she's done a stretch in prison.  She can protect herself from a cat.

That's when I wondered: Was Martha's guru and TV reality show producer, Mark Burnett, thinking the same thing? 

He knows a screaming cat fight makes for good TV. 

Especially when one of the cats is smarty-pants Martha Stewart.