Con Cat
My cat, Scooter, and I have this ritual. There is a tall dresser next to my bed, and Scooter likes to play king of the castle by parading on top of the dresser.
The problem is that Scooter is a fat cat whose bulk allegedly prevents him from making the leap to the dresser from the bed. So he plays Pied Piper and leads me into the bedroom with meows and glances back at me, hops up on the bed, scurries over to the dresser, and stretches toward the dresser with his front paws leaning on it. Crane of the head back, more meowing, and I oblige by lifting him up. Of course, since it's so cute, I am a willing participant.
Well, today, I open up a drawer in my wide dresser, Scooter decides he wants to curl up in the drawer, and in one fell swoop makes the leap unaided.
The little con artist. If he can make that leap, he can make the other one, too. Now that I'm on to him, the question, of course, is what to do. Alas, I will probably continue to play the little game. Because who can resist his charms?