Ginger: Whatdaya mean your tummy is cuter than mine...them's fighting meows!
Figaro: Take that! How can you possibly compete?
Ginger: Of course I can...my tummy is cuter!
Figaro: Not when I toss in a paw stretch too. The ladies can't resist me!
Ginger: That's nothing. I can do that too. Cuter!
Figaro: If there were a tummy competition in the Olympics, I would take the gold. I think you would have to settle for silver.
In your dreams Figgy!