Jabberwock is still not gyring and gimboling in the wabe. His borregrobes are not mimsy. He is bewaring the Two-Faced jubjub bird and shunning the Spelunking fumerious bandersnatch in fits of hissing fury.
Science Diet cat food is deemed a sadistic attempt to poison him, so he spends many brilligs attempting to breech the bag on the "cheap stuff" cat food I fling to the outdoor critters. If I ever need an absolutely evil-sounding menacing growl for something, I'll know who to go to for it.