My cat, Collette, just sauntered in, singing "New York, New York" in the style of Frank Sinatra.
"Just stand there in place--and I'll bite your feet...," she began.
By the end of the song, she wasn't even pretending to hold back.
She bellowed, "They're just a snack--your feet, your feet!"
I'm not sure that even qualifies as chutzpah anymore, coming from her. At this point, it's simply a character trait.
