She is also a con artist. I head toward the kitchen. "Oh, good. I'll come with you for my treats," as she rubs around my ankles. "You've already had treats." "No, honest, I haven't had any today, and I'm not sure about yesterday. I'm overdue for treats." "Celeste, I know darned well you had treats just a few minutes ago." "Oh, please. Please, please, please." "Okay, maybe just a couple." I swear I can see her smirk of satisfaction.
One can see from the size of her girth that she has pulled her con game more than once. Ralph is a wraith in comparison. Of course, Ralph also gets more exercise as he zooms around the house, brrrp-brrrping as he goes. Maybe Celeste would benefit from a treadmill. Or not. This feline duo cracks me up.
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