WAFFLES: GLOGIRLY!!! The Boss is playing with the boingy thing again!
KATIE: I'm not playing with the boingy thing, Waffles. I'm just willing the door to open.
WAFFLES: So how's that working out for you, Boss?
KATIE: It's only a matter of time, Waffles. Surely we're not going to be locked in here all day.
KATIE: Ok, so how long has it been?
WAFFLES: Five minutes, Boss.
KATIE: FIVE MINUTES??? We're going to starve.
WAFFLES: Yeah, whatever... wake me up when it's over, Boss.
About Today's Photos
We were holed up in Glogirly's bedroom for most of the day today while the new floor went in. Again. Lots of pounding and sawing and pounding and pounding.
Katie & Waffles are just SO different. Yesterday, when all the furniture was being squished together and covered in plastic, Katie just kept on with her normal routine. Even napping on her favorite ottoman under the plastic sheeting. Waffles was all about exploring. He inspected every piece of furniture that moved, all the while trying to figure out if the plastic, often billowing in the air, was alive.
That was yesterday.
While locked up in the bedroom today, Katie sat vigil by the closed door. She didn't sleep for a minute as she waited and waited for an opportunity to escape. Waffles wasted no time curling up on the fluffy bed. Groom, yawn, sleep, repeat.
When the bedroom door
jail cell finally opened, Katie sprinted down the steps to check things out. She was the first to explore every piece of furniture that had moved, practically running from chair to chair, table to table.
Townhouse Twilight Zone
Nothing made sense. The dining room furniture was in the kitchen, the living room was in the dining room, the bathroom was... OUTSIDE on the deck. It was a Townhouse Twilight Zone.
When Waffles eventually woke up and meandered downstairs, he followed in Katie's footsteps, exploring and investigating. Wherever she went, he went.
Tomorrow all the furniture moves back into place, the powder room will come inside and once again be in working order. Good thing, because the neighbors are probably a little tired of looking at our the sink and toilet from their dining room window.