Clifford G. imagines that he is a great hunter. He’s only caught lizards so far, unlike She Who Must Not Be Named, who hunts (and eats) gophers, rats, mice and even a couple of bunnies in the back yard. But he knows he can be an even greater hunter, and so he must train himself in these ancient feline arts. Cliffy says not to be fooled by how cute he looks in training – he is only honing his warrior ethos!