WAFFLES: It’s 4:43. Where is every buddy?
ELLIE: What do you mean, Mr. Waffles?
WAFFLES: We’re going to STARVE. It’s 4:44 and no one is home. You better get over here. We may need to coordinate an assault on the big fridge.
ELLIE: I’m kind of busy, Mr. Waffles. There’s butterflies and stuff.
WAFFLES: Dinner is WAY more important than butterflies, Ellie.
ELLIE: But there’s all kinds of cool smells and bugs. It’s all breezy too. Don’t worry, it’s not windy. I know you’re scared of the wind.
WAFFLES: That’s it. It’s 5:01. We’re doomed. You need to take this seriously, Ellie. Enough with the windows and breezy bugs already…
ELLIE: Mmmmm, this one smells really good.
WAFFLES: ELLIE!!!
ELLIE: You don’t have to panic, Mr. Waffles. Glogirly’s outside digging around in her big litter box, I mean garden, and she said she’d come inside super soon.
WAFFLES: Super soon? You mean like seconds? Minutes? Hours? DAYS???
Everything is finally blooming up in the mountains and Glogirly has been hard at work prepping her perennial garden. Or as Ellie likes to put it, digging around in her gigantic litter box. Gloman has been traveling for a few days so the daily meal service is up to Glogirly. Sometimes she’s outside until 4:30 or 5:00 which is apparently cause for concern when it comes to Waffles. LOL!