"Pfft, I roar way better than a kitten!" Katie scoffed in reply. "You should know better than to underestimate me because I'm tiny, Woody." Moving into the kitchen, she grabbed the chilled mugs from the fridge and headed back into the living room. Before she could reach the coffee table (and the coasters) though, one of the cups decided to give a hearty roar in complaint. And with a furrowed brow, Katie stopped, glared down at it, and said, "Rawr!" Okay, so it wasn't kitten-sized, but it wasn't really a roar either. She was mostly just being playful, to be honest.