WAFFLES: Hey Boss, hold still. You've got something on your head.
KATIE: There's nothing on my head, Waffles. Mitts OFF.
WAFFLES: Nope, there's definitely something there.
KATIE: Yeah, it's called my fur.
WAFFLES: Well, can I touch it?
KATIE: What do you think?
Patty Cake, Patty Cake
As sure as the sun rises every morning, Waffles and Katie engage in their daily game of pre-breakfast Patty Cake. As soon as the refrigerator opens and Glogirly starts dishing up the morning meals, Waffles gets his game on with Katie. She's often a willing participant. But Waffles just doesn't know when to stop pushing her buttons...or pushing his paw onto her forehead or chest. The game is always silent, not a hiss to be heard.
But the end is always the same. Katie locks eyes with him in a stare down. Then Waffles mews a quick trill and scampers off.