WAFFLES: TAG! You're it, Boss!
KATIE: Tag, I'm what, Waffles?
WAFFLES: It, Boss. You're it.
KATIE: You're touching me, Waffles.
WAFFLES: No, Boss. I'm tagging you.
KATIE: Tagging doesn't sound any better than touching. And what have I told you about touching?
WAFFLES: What have you told me about touching?
KATIE: That's what I said. What have I told you about touching?
WAFFLES: No, I'm asking. What have you told me about touching?
KATIE: Seriously, Waffles. We've been over this again and again and –
WAFFLES: Ok, so if touching is out and tagging is out. How about tickling?
KATIE: You did not just ask me that.
WAFFLES: TICKLE FIGHT! TICKLE FIGHT!
About Today's Photos
Just this past weekend, Glogirly glanced over to the other side of the kitchen and saw what she thought was a fight brewing. Sure enough, Katie and Waffles were batting back and forth, patty cake style and then tumbling around on the floor. A little chase here, a little chase there. But vocally, they were silent. None of the usual hissing. Not even a faint growl. It was as if they were actually having fun.
Could it be the two are finally letting their guard down? What's next? Grooming and napping together? ...uh, probably not.
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