Monday, August 21, 2017

This Counting Firewood is Making Me Sleepy

WAFFLES:  So Boss, just how much firewood did we get?

KATIE: A cord.

WAFFLES:  A cord? You mean like ribbon and rope and stuff? We're not supposed to have any ribbon and rope, you know. 

KATIE:  No, Waffles. A cord is a measurement for wood. It's 8 feet wide by 4 feet deep by 4 feet tall. It's the equivalent of 128 cubic feet.  

WAFFLES:  That's too much math, Boss. Besides, what do we need with 128 feet?

KATIE:  Well, Glogirly probably has enough shoes for 128 feet.

Sunday at the Splitter
Glogirly had grand plans of taking some beauty photos of Katie & Waffles, but at the last minute she heard from a canyon neighbor she was buying firewood from that he was ready to bring everything over to the house. Would you believe he drove it all the way from Minneapolis, Kansas to Colorado? We didn't even know there was a Minneapolis in Kansas!

That's our driveway where the nice woodman is splitting all the logs. He and Glogirly stacked up everything around the corner of the garage for easy access this winter. That gunk on her face is sawdust and dirt. Not exactly the beauty regimen she had planned for.

It's aged hardwood. All oak. And from what we hear it burns clean and long. It better, considering how incredibly heavy it is. Nearly 4,000 pounds.

No wonder Glogirly took 3 Advil and went to bed before the sun even set. She better set her alarm so she doesn't miss the eclipse!

Oh, and see that little fish on the split wood? Our woodman bought his splitter from a guy that had a Jesus fish symbol attached to the inside of it so every time you split a log, it embosses the little fish into the end of the wood. Guess we'll be having a lot holy fires this winter!

Maybe we can get him a cat symbol for next year.

Friday, August 18, 2017

Kitchen Counter on a Technicality

WAFFLES:  Whoa, Boss! This thing is magic! It's, it's...moving. I think it's alive!

KATIE:  It's the kitchen faucet, Waffles. Hardly alive. What, did you turn it on with your paw again?

WAFFLES:  You mean by touching this handle thingy? 

KATIE:  You know you're not supposed to be on the kitchen counter, right?

WAFFLES:  I'm not on the counter, Boss. I'm on the windowsill by the counter. 

KATIE:  I've taught you well Waffles. My work here is done.

About Today's Photos
It's true. House rules state that no cat should be on the kitchen counter. At least when anyone is looking. But with a kitchen sink the size of Texas and cupboard to cupboard windows, Katie and Waffles have found a way around those so-called rules. 

Wednesday, August 16, 2017

Scratching Pole Dancing

WAFFLES:  Is Gloman really going back to Minneapolis today, Boss?

KATIE:  Not if I have anything to do about it.

WAFFLES:  Whaddaya mean, Boss?

*cue pole dancing music*





WAFFLES:  Wow, Boss. I didn't know you had it in you–

About Today's Photos
Usually when Gloman packs his suitcase, Katie and Waffles are right there ready to help. But today, when he started gathering up his camera gear and t shirts, Katie all of a sudden got a little frisky. So frisky in fact, she launched into one of her most spirited pole dances ever. 

Perhaps it was her way of trying to charm Gloman into staying. And it was a valiant effort. But sadly, he's catching an early morning flight and will be back in MN in time for breakfast. 

Not to worry though...he's coming back in just a couple of weeks to celebrate their wedding anniversary. And the anniversary of when Katie was adopted. 

Travel safe, Gloman! We love you!

Monday, August 14, 2017

More and More of Waffles to Love

WAFFLES:  Hey Boss, check out me and Gloman. He said he's super happy to see me. And that I get more and more handsome every day. 

KATIE:  More and more handsome every day? That's not what I heard, Waffles. Try, "there's more and MORE of YOU every day

WAFFLES:  That's what I said. There's more and more of my handsomeness every day. 

KATIE:  And your daily sampling of my breakfast has absolutely nothing to do with this "more and more" of you?

WAFFLES:  NO.  Sometimes I sample your dinner too.

 About Today's Photos
Gloman arrived in Colorado on Friday and it took only a few seconds for Katie and Waffles to welcome him home with open paws and soft meows. Waffles and Gloman have been busy catching up on fetch tournaments and laptime. Katie spends her time stretching out in sunpuddles with him, chatting up a storm as they talk about life, love and managing Waffles.

Earlier Today, Glogirly and Gloman enjoyed a spin through Rocky Mountain National Park. It's a gorgeous drive and although they're usually taking photos of the scenery and animals, today they attempted to get a selfie of the two of them. And Glogirly's thumb. 

Friday, August 11, 2017

Waiting for our CatDaddy

WAFFLES:  Today's the day, right Boss? 

KATIE:  Right, Waffles. Gloman arrives early this morning. Did you get him a present?

WAFFLES:  You mean like a rainbow crinkle ball? He likes to play fetch, you know. What'd you get him? Another hairball?

KATIE:  NO. I'm going to shower him with my love. That's my present.

WAFFLES: But Boss, you don't like the shower. 

With Gloman, Everything is Pawsible
Ok, maybe not cats-in-showers-pawsible...but when Gloman comes to visit, it's like the sun is shining, the birds are singing and everything is right in our little corner of the world.

Wednesday, August 9, 2017

Office Cats

WAFFLES:  This office assistant stuff is making me sleepy.

KATIE:  Well then perhaps you should go get me a snack.

KATIE:  Waffles? Waffles!

WAFFLES:  I'm kind of busy, Boss. I'm supposed to be office assisting, you know.

KATIE:   Whatever, Waffles.

WAFFLES:  Thanks, Boss. I'll take a snack too. You know, will you're up.

KATIE:  You're not going to steal my spot, are you, Waffles?

About Today's Photos
It's been unseasonably cool here in the mountains. Fifties and sixties cool. Since the office is the warmest room in the house, that's where everyone was hanging out today.

Waffles' spot is the blue chair by the window. It's got a nice view of the hummingbirds, not that he can see anything with his eyes glued shut.

Katie's spot is on the sofa, curled up in her gushy blanket.

But the moment she gets up, even for a second, it always becomes Waffles' spot.

Monday, August 7, 2017

The Paw Touch that Rocked the World

Two years ago this week, the paw touch that sent our world and our blog spinning hit the interwebs. It's as shocking today as it was then.

WAFFLES:  So Boss. We've been together now for about elebenty seven years.

KATIE:  Actually, it 2 years, 8 months, 21 days, 6 hours and 11 minutes.

WAFFLES:  That's what I said. Elebenty seven years.

KATIE:  Fine. Elebenty whatever. So just how long are you planning on keeping your paw there? Because for the record, mine was here first. And yours is encroaching.

WAFFLES:  Uh, but when a boy cat and a girl cat go out for elebenty seven years –


WAFFLES:  Yeah, Boss. You know. Like going study and stuff.

KATIE:  You mean going 'steady'? We are NOT going steady, Waffles. 

WAFFLES:  Does that mean we're not going to the first base thing?

KATIE:  What, you mean like baseball?

About Today's SHOCKING Photos
You should have heard Glogirly squealing after she shot these photos this past weekend.

Katie and Waffles HOLDING HANDS??? 

Call CNN!
Call Entertainment Tonight!
Call Jackson Galaxy!

Waffles is fascinated with Katie. He SO wants to engage. After breakfast, Katie trotted over to one of her favorite hang out spots - her big soft pillow by the sliding glass doors. It's one of the few spots Waffles usually lets her be. Until today.

He walked up to her, sat down just at the edge of her pillow and started meowing. Long, extended meows. Slowly he reached out with his right paw towards her. He carefully set it down right on top of her paw and then laid it on the pillow next to hers.

Then came the stare down.

This was one of those moments Glogirly would pay just about any amount of money to be able to read their minds.

And in case you're wondering...
These are actual, untouched photographs. NO photoshop trickery was used. For real.

Friday, August 4, 2017

Waiting for Gloman

KATIE:  I've got to hand it to you, Waffles. That poem of yours, as lame as it was, really worked. 

WAFFLES:  What poem?

KATIE:  The one to Gloman? You know, roses are red...

WAFFLES:  It DID??? So he's really bringing me a bucket of chicken all the way from Minnesota? I hope they let him bring gravy on the plane. Do you think he'll get extra crispy or–

KATIE:  Enough already with the chicken and gravy, Waffles. The good news is Gloman's coming home to Colorado next week.

WAFFLES:  What do you mean, enough already with the chicken and gravy? There's never enough chicken and gravy.

KATIE:  Chicken is Waffles' shiny object. He just can't look away. 

When we posted Waffles' love poem to Gloman on our blog Wednesday, we honestly didn't think he'd be able to come and visit this month. He's already got plans to be here early in September, and with things being super busy, August wasn't looking good. 

But before Glogirly had her morning tea, we got an email with the good news. Gloman's coming home for a long weekend next week! YAY! 

Waffles may be fixated on food now, but once Gloman is here we're certain it's going to be a lap-love-fest. 

But the most touching part of Gloman's homecoming is Katie. Once the door opens and she hears his voice, her ears will perk up and she'll come trotting over to him with the happiest spring in her step. She's a CatDaddy's girl. 

Wednesday, August 2, 2017

Waffles the Poet Cat #WafflesWednesday

WAFFLES:  Gloman is trying to come out to Colorado and visit us again. I really miss his lap and the Boss really misses the rest of him. Glogirly said I should make him a poem. So here goes.

WAFFLES:  Roses are red.  Violets are...

WAFFLES:  Uh, Boss? What are violets again?

KATIE:  Blue, Waffles. Violets are blue.

WAFFLES:  But what's a violet? I mean, is it like chicken? Or turkey?

KATIE:  Would you seriously eat a blue chicken???

WAFFLES:  Depends. Extra crispy?

KATIE:  This is a pretty lame poem, Waffles.

WAFFLES:  Ok, sorry Boss. I'll start over.

Roses are red.
Violets are blue.
Chicken is GOLDEN.
Like my love for you. 

I love you like chicken, Gloman!

About Today's Photos
Today's pics are a flashback from 2015. Waffles was modeling his Valentines Day tie and we were still living in our Minneapolis townhouse. He was only three years old and still looked a little kitten-ish. He may be all grown up now, but he's still a kitten at heart. 

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