I was looking out the window this morning.
I saw this really fat old male cat.
I mean his belly was almost dragging on the ground he was so fat.
|No problem. I can whip you chub-tub.|
I hissed and I growled and I stomped my paw.
Mom said, "Stop it, Panzer. Get down off the dresser. This is a special kind of cat window. It's called a mirror."
I don't care. I'm sure that a young, svelte cat who's in his prime like me could have whipped that old chub-tub in the window.