Welcome to Week 8 of our 15 week countdown to retirement! (Just click over to HERE if you missed the big announcement.)
Today’s post is from 2016, back when we lived in our Minneapolis townhouse, Katie and Waffles would often hop up onto the bar stools overlooking the kitchen, and more importantly, the food prep area. But never until this day had they BOTH sat at the counter, side by side. With breakfast in their sights, they put adie their usual “complicated” relationship and Glogirly snapped away at as many photos as she could get. That’s the story behind the photos…but what she imagined them saying to one another paints a far funnier conversation.
WAFFLES: Hey Boss, you come here often?
KATIE: Seriously? You’re going to use that line on me?
WAFFLES: Ok. How about this – can I get your digits so we can FaceTime?
KATIE: Waffles, you’re already in my face ALL the time. The last thing I need to do is FaceTime you. And mitts off my digits.
WAFFLES: Snapchat?
KATIE: Waffles…
WAFFLES: Man, picking up chicks is hard.
KATIE: Waffles, you’ve got a lot to learn about girl cats.
WAFFLES: So what am I supposed to say?
KATIE: Well, you should say nice things. Compliment her. Tell her you like her fur…
WAFFLES: Ok. I like your fur.
KATIE: Waffles, you need to romance it. “I love your furs… how do you keep them so silky-soft?”
WAFFLES: Thanks, Boss. I lick them everyday.
KATIE: No Waffles, you’re supposed to ask ME how I keep MY fur so soft.
WAFFLES: But I already know. You lick yours like elebenty billion times a day. That’s why you cough up all those nasty hairballs that Glogirly steps in and–
KATIE: Waffles… IF you want to impress the ladies, do NOT bring up hairballs. Ok, let’s try this again. Just say, “Hello, my name is Waffles. What’s your name?”
WAFFLES: Got it. HELLO, MY NAME IS WAFFLES!
KATIE: Take it down a notch, Waffles. A little lower.
WAFFLES: *low voice* Hello, my name is Waffles.”