Ever since Fagin moved in, I've been the chief Pirate Trainer for the little guy. Here I told him to attack me and try to take me down any way he could. As you can see, he was unsuccessful and it was my manly bulk that kept him from being able to pull me down.
In this picture I am teaching Fagin how to escape any hold that another pirate kitty may try on him. As you can see I have him in a neck bite hold and he is trying to kick me off of him. It is my responsibility to make sure that ny new little brother is prepared for any foe he might face, so I have to definitely outweigh him to pull this training off successfully. I would never forgive myself if he were not prepared and got hurt or taken prisoner.
Finally, I have to teach the little guy paw to paw combat. Again, my size only benefits him because he can practice full out on me without fear of hurting me. I have plenty of natural bulk and padding. He needs this practice! It could mean life or death on the open seas! I owe it to the little guy to be the best and biggest trainer I can possibly be.
Yep, my Mommy is wrong. I am not fat, I am a big, mean, pirate kitty training machine! I am going to ignore what she said and take a nap. I think I will dream of my beautiful pirate love, my Black Pearl. There's not a prettier female kitty in this world and I bet she thinks I am a good looking mancat, no matter what Mommy thinks!!