“Mmmm yeah.” growled Steve, posing in front of the mirror. “Mmmm hey good lookin’.” He flexed his muscles, his orange coat bulging and glistening in the lamplight. “Mmmm you’re a tiger, you’re a TIGER!” he ran his digits through his mane and pouted at his reflection. “Mmmm yeah those lady tigers.” He sprayed a mist of scented allure onto his stripes. He formed guns from his claws, and fired them all around at his imaginary aggressors, emulating the sounds of gunshots with his mouth, tail held high.