Luckily she is a non-shedder (if that is a word) because she has taken over our lives. She eats a package of seaweed per day, several spoons of my nutritional yeast, and will scratch our faces off for a Pringle chip. Her favorite place to sleep is under my armpit or on top of my wife's throat, and I don't allow animals in bed. I guess that's how communism works, it doesn't matter how you feel, the ChairWoman Meow will decide what is best.
Well, for any living protein, she still has to kill it on her own, sometimes with a little assistance from me. She's gone for many hours each day, surely claiming large numbers of tiny insect, lizard, and rodent souls.