Hi everyone, Katie here.
You may have noticed my absence from the previous day's post. I needed a little time to myself to gather my thoughts. By now the whole blogosphere has heard the News of Waffles Too, the newest *addition* to MY townhouse. Funny...no one bothered to ask ME about taking in this so-called squatter.
I've been seeing a lot of THIS for the past few days. The door to MY room
I should have known something was up what with all the cleaning and organizing. I was already on high-alert when Glogirly STOLE my extra scratching post and shoved it in the upstairs bedroom. MY bedroom. Ok, one of my bedrooms. Cherished toys
A glimmer of hope shone when she grabbed the PTU and left without me in it. Surely she was throwing it away.
It wasn't to be.
Enter, Waffles Too.
Just look at him, VIOLATING my post.
He's locked up in MY room, playing with MY
Oh, and did I tell you? He smells. And keeps mewing the same thing over and over and over and OVER.
He's a maniac. Ill mannered, lacking in basic vocabulary skills, loud mouth, maniac.
TOMORROW: The Door Cracks