WAFFLES: Hey Boss, what are you doing?
KATIE: What does it look like I'm doing? I'm lounging.
WAFFLES: How come you're lounging?
KATIE: What do you mean, how come I'm lounging? I'm just lounging. Do I have to have a reason to lounge?
WAFFLES: Uh, yes?
KATIE: Ok fine. I'm lounging because I'm a CAT. How's that?
WAFFLES: I'M a cat too!
KATIE: *sigh* Well I'm glad we have that cleared up.
WAFFLES: So how about we lounge together? You know, on account of we're both cats and all.
KATIE: Waffles, we've been down this road before. And trust me, it doesn't end well.
WAFFLES: Your end looks just fine, Boss.
KATIE: #@*$! WAFFLES!
WAFFLES: I'm KING OF THE WORLD! I'm KING OF THE WORLD!
KATIE: Yeah? Well, things didn't turn out too well for that guy on the Titanic either.
Today's photos are from 2015 when we were living in our downtown Minneapolis townhouse. That would make Waffles only 3 years old.
Now that we're living in our Colorado mountain house and Waffles is approaching 7 years old, very little has changed when it comes to scratcher wars.
Whatever Katie has, Waffles wants.
Wherever Katie is, Waffles is right behind her.
Whatever Katie is eating...well, you get the idea.