Cynthia:  Marcy, we need to talk. You’re getting fat.

Marcy:  No I’m not. YOU’RE getting fat.

Cynthia:  No, I’m not.

Marcy:  Yes you are.

Cynthia:  No.

Marcy:  Yes.

Cynthia:  No.

Marcy:  That’s what I said, dummy. I’m not getting fat.

Cynthia:  No.

Marcy:  Ha. I win.

Cynthia: Hey! Aaaarghhh… Listen. You need to lay off the Friskies or exercise more. Chasing your own tail doesn’t count. How about you start doing the treadmill these Treadmill Cats, Sparky and Jet. So adorable!

Marcy:  I’m not doing that, Cindy. NO WAY.

Cynthia:  Why not? It looks like fun!

Marcy:  IT LOOKS STUPID!

Cynthia: No, it doesn’t.

Marcy: YES IT DOES!

Cynthia:  No, it doesn’t.

Marcy: YOU LOOK STUPID!

Cynthia:  No, I don’t.

Marcy:  YES YOU DO!

Cynthia:  Oh dear… you’re exhausting me.

Marcy:  NO YOU’RE EXHAUSTING ME!

Cynthia sprints to the cat food cabinet.

Cynthia:  TAKE THIS. NOW.

Cynthia throws catnip to Marcy.

Ten minutes later.

Marcy (warbling):  “Lucy in the sky with diamonds…” Hey dude, got the munchies. Let’s pop the top of a Friskies can, dude… dude… dude… Friskies… dude…

Cynthia:  Sigh…