WAFFLES: Where are you going, Boss?
KATIE: Where do you think, Waffles?
WAFFLES: You're not going to come home all smelly again are you?
KATIE: Not if I can help it.
WAFFLES: Good, because the last time you went to the you-know-where, you came home smelling like you-know-what.
KATIE: Heated seats, classical music. Nice try, Glogirly.
KATIE: Back to the scene of the crime. Perhaps I can create a diversion and locate an escape route.
KATIE: That's it? We're done? I can go home? No needles? No medications? No dental procedures?
KATIE: Happiness is you-know-what in the rearview mirror.
Life is good in Katie's world. She had her final followup visit at the vet this week. Just a quick in and out looksee to make sure everything is looking healthy in her mouth following her dental surgery. It was three weeks ago today she had four pretty big tooth extractions.
She's doing absolutely great. She's started grooming again, playing floor hockey with her fuzzy balls, and is even back to her mealtime pattycake games with Waffles.
When Katie was at the vet, Glogirly remarked that she was sad that Katie wasn't able to pick up some of her larger toys. In particular, her "babies." Katie has a couple of toys, a large green frog and a stuffed red monster toy that she carries around in her mouth while meowing. She doesn't play with them, just carries them around the house, often dropping them near Glogirly. Surprisingly, Waffles never touches her babies.
Dr. Fern told her not to worry, that Katie would be carrying around her baby in no time.
Just minutes after they got home, this happened.
And then this happened.
*Somekitty* has always got to investigate some other kitty's Sleepypod.