I got in trouble yesterday. Three times I got in trouble. Chicken trouble. And chicken trouble is a very serious kind of trouble.
Glogirly and Gloman had fried chicken for dinner. It smelled SO good. I stared at their plates the whole time they were eating it. I knew I wasn't supposed to, but I couldn't help it. It was CHICKEN. I just had to touch Gloman's wing. That was the first time I got in trouble.
So I waited until they brought their dishes to the kitchen.
Can I help it if they don't put stuff away? Mr. Fried Chicken, or what was left of him, was just sitting there on the kitchen counter calling my name. "Waffles! Waffles! I'm right here!" What was I supposed to do??? He needed help. He was in pieces!
So after I got in trouble the second time, for running off with his drumstick in my mouth, I went over to the window to look all innocent and stuff. I pretended to inspect the kitty grass. I pretended to see a leaf blowing outside. A bug and a bird too. Gotta make it look real and all. Meanwhile Glogirly put all of Mr. Chicken's bones and stuff in the garbage can.
But he was STILL calling me. "Waffles! Waffles! I'm in the garbage!!!" The garbage is no place for chicken. I HAD to help.
That was the third time I got in troubles. Now Mr. Chicken's parts are sitting outside at the curb waiting for the garbage man.
Wow. The garbage man is SOOOO lucky. I wish I could be a garbage man.
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When they call your name you have to answer. I once ate all the topings off three quarters of a pizza. I don't see why they were mad. They still had crust...
ReplyDeleteOh buddy, I know the pain of not being able to save the chickyum. Molly Mew loves chickyum too. Can't believe that garbage man is so lucky to get that yummy chickyum.
ReplyDeletePS - It was worth getting in trouble over.
Oh how I know the siren song of chicken. I suppose you never heard my big day of trouble here...it was before you were born. I got my sights set on my mom's plate of Cornish Game Hen....*twitch*...I mean it still looks like a birdie...and it smelled so good I couldn't control myself and I leapt up on the table and stole it right from my mom's plate...I chomped her finger as she tried to stop me and I took off down the hall with my prize! Oh it was awesome! Until they found me and pried it from my jaws of steel. I grrrrred my bestest grrrrr...but it was over. Oh yeah...I was only 6 months old and the hen was bigger than I was. I still dream of that day Waffles....hold on to the dream my furriend.
ReplyDeleteWell, we can't see the harm in a little drumstick.
ReplyDeleteReally, humans can be so uptight sometimes.
HahaMeow!
Oh Waffles. Did you make a mess? Mr. Chicken is a siren you should not listen.
ReplyDeleteNooo not chicken trouble! I get it Waffles! I get in Ben & Jerry's trouble all the time :-)
ReplyDeleteI know how it is, Waffles - fried chicken makes us all crazy here too!
ReplyDeleteWhat can we say, you're a giver
ReplyDelete~Vicat
I think you're blameless here - chikken are delishus.
ReplyDeleteSighs. Chick-hen.... truly the stuff dreams are made of. We don't blame you a bit, Waffles.
ReplyDeleteI left a long msg., it wouldn't post. Don't know what happened.
ReplyDeleteWaffles, being a garbage man would be hard work!
I once chased a pizza through the house! They must talk to you ginger cats like chicken does!! Have Glogirly get you kitty earplugs, might help. And a clothespin for your nose!
I have a plastic one I put on my nose, so I know it doesn't hurt.
lol
Well, Waffles, we think you are only to blame for two of those incidents. Leaving chicken unattended on the counter is clearly asking for cats to eat it! (And Ashton has been known to swoop in and steal chicken right off of a dinner plate. She says high paw, buddy!)
ReplyDeleteOh Waffles. You're always good for a smile. And Allegra and Ruby are really jealous of you right now, because their mom is a vegetarian and the only chicken at their house is the kind that comes in a can.
ReplyDeleteWaffles, you would be the slowest garbageman!!!!! Mommy says chickie & turkie bones aren't good fur us ....so just steal the meat!!!
ReplyDeleteOf course Mr. Chicken was gonna tempt you, Waffles. That's what he does. He's tempted us too many times too. Glogirly and Gloman shouldn't have left Mr. Chicken out where you could see and hear him, Waffles. It's just too hard to resist Mr. Chicken.
ReplyDeleteLucy had a similar night - except she went after the top of the ice cream container
ReplyDeleteOh dear, although my inner dog would like to congratulate you for three attempts!!
ReplyDeleteMy childhood kitty Droppie (Liquorice in Dutch) once stole an entire chicken that was still frying in the neighbor's kitchen!! Right out of the pot.
ReplyDeletePoor Waffles....it seems mean that you didn't even get a little piece :)
ReplyDeleteIf they'd let you have a little you wouldn't have gotten in trouble for trying to steal some, right?
ReplyDeleteDude you scored! Even if only briefly. Just keep yer eye out for that next opportunity. Lord knows my brofur, Ray? That's about all he DOES - 24/7. Just lookin' for the next opportunity to steal some food ...
ReplyDeletePurrz!
Selina
PS - They COULD have let you have some! MomKatt lets US have chicken. In fact, sometimes she'll grill it up on the George Foreman just FOR us!
Waffles, Waffles...why am I not surprised to hear this?
ReplyDeleteDid you get to actually eat any? Man, all that work and not a scrap for you. It's a real bummer.
ReplyDeleteMy kitty brother Scribbles once jumped up on the counter and knocked down TWO whole chicken breasts that Momma had just taken out of the oven. He was eating one when Momma came in and screamed and cried and everything. She says she cried because she was a broke student then and the two chicken breasts were supposed to feed her all week, and now they couldn't. Scribbles hasn't gone near chicken since. I think Momma's screaming and crying made him deaf to chicken calling his name!
ReplyDeleteSERIOUSLIES. We agree with Melissa. Share!
ReplyDeleteWaffles, you get an A for persistence. Our humans clean off the plates the minute they are removed from the table 'cause they know at least one of us will be all over them. The photo of you with your reflection in the window is exquisite. We say if there are no photos of you with the chick-hen, you now have deniability if Glogirly or Gloman try to use this against you in the future. XO, Lily Olivia, Mauricio, Misty May, Giulietta, Fiona, Astrid, Lisbeth, Calista Jo
ReplyDeleteOh Waffles you are just too adorable! How dare you be in trouble for just helping out? And....Gloman and Glogirly are like my Mom, Mom leaves theses delicious pans, dishes, etc in the sink after dinner and I get in trouble for licking the plates! If they would just STOP teasing and tempting us!
ReplyDeletexoxo Love, Cody
Waffles, a kitty can only take so much teasing! We hope your mom got a pic with you and the drumstick!
ReplyDeleteThe mom here had a kitty who was like that about ham and once when she fixed one, she left it out during dinner. He jumped up, chewed around all the edges then rubbed against the remains, getting white furs all over it. MOL!
MOL now we know what you're really looking at Waffles the garage can outside! Chicken is good we love it too!
ReplyDeleteOh, Waffles, we feel for you. We wouldn't mind being a garbage man either, but since our trash is highly composed of poop bags, we think we'd prefer to find another profession.
ReplyDeleteOh Waffles, I'm sorry your persistence didn't pay off! Maybe the garbage man will share ;)
ReplyDeleteOh Waffles we feel your pain. We would have done anything to help Mr. Chicken.
ReplyDeleteLily & Edward
Pssst Waffles - you have to learn to raid the garbage disposal at night after the peeps are in bed. I don't do that, but one of the other kitties M had before me did just that - chicken was down there!
ReplyDeleteMake no bones about it Waffles, it was calling you!
ReplyDeleteThis is now my favorite Waffles story! Love the part where he just had to touch the wing.
ReplyDeleteWe feel your pain, Waffles… All the good stuff always gets thrown in the trash where we can't get to it!! Those garbage men really are lucky...
ReplyDeleteAwww... Doesn't seem fair, does it. Doesn't seem fair at all. *sighs*
ReplyDeletePurrs,
Nissy
Waffles, you crack me up!!
ReplyDeleteI don't see how they can blame you Waffles. It was the chick-hen that was to blame for calling your name.
ReplyDeleteI blame that shameless chicken!! You were putty in it's feets!!
ReplyDeleteWell if they had shared in the first place.......
ReplyDeleteAww Waffles I hope at least you got a bite.
ReplyDeleteSue B
Poor Waffles, after all that work and they didn't even give you a taste of the chick-hen? We thinks a hairball should be in someone's future.
ReplyDeleteOur brofur Silas (he was an ornj kitty too!) lubbed to go through the garbage. Mom bean had to put a special kitty (kiddy) lock on the cupboard.
Sasha, Sami, & Saku
We give you paws up for trying. We try to steal the chickhen too. Derby has been know to get into the trash can too!
ReplyDeleteMum now immediately removes the stuff to outside in the metal monster room.
You are a determined young man cat aren't you buddy..
ReplyDeleteWe understand completely, Waffles! But stay away from that Mr. Fried Chick-hen ... his bones are big time trubble!
ReplyDeleteRescue that chicken, Waffles!
ReplyDeletePoor Waffles. You should visit us. The Mom lets us have chicken sometimes!
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