Yes, Gibbs, mom is eating.
Yes, Gibbs, it smells good.
Yes, Gibbs, there’s meat on my pizza.
Yes, I know, Gibbs, you love meat.
Why are you looking at me like that, Gibbs?
Get your paw off the table.
Don’t talk back to me, young man.
You’re a poor unfortunate kitty, Gibbs?
You’re sick of your kibble, Gibbs?
You desire people food, Gibbs?
Your desire is noted and vetoed.