Chubs

eating, sleeping, giving myself baths, sneaking, stalking, and prowling around MY house, shitting in MY cat box (especially right after the litter has been freshly changed), paper bags, MY fuzzy toy on a tick, MY jingle-bell ball, escaping, climbing on MY cat post, catnip, making messes, feathers, birds, string, mice, someday catching those big, dumb racoons, Petsmart, "making biscuits", chasing bugs, chasing laser pointers, chasing lint, chasing nothing at all, curling up on bath mats, warm places, knocking things off of tables, especially water glasses, more sleeping, talking kitty to MY peoples, falling landing on MY feet, sunbathing, shedding, coughing up hairballs, "CATS", the broadway musical, waking up MY peoples in the morning by pawing them in the face or biting their hair, secretly plotting to take over the world with my fellow secret kitty agents, and climbing into MY windowsills with the blinds closed so i can poke my head thru them to spy on the neighbors.