KATIE: I've got to hand it to you, Waffles. That poem of yours, as lame as it was, actually worked.
WAFFLES: What poem?
KATIE: The one you wrote to Gloman. You know, to guilt him into coming home for a visit. Remember? Roses are red, violets are blue –
WAFFLES: Oh yeah! I remember. Chicken is GOLDEN. Like my love for YOU!
I mean, not YOU Boss. I mean Gloman. But you too. I love BOTH you and Gloman. I love you like chicken!
KATIE: Nice backpedal, Waffles. The part about chicken wasn't really necessary, though.
WAFFLES: Chicken is ALWAYS necessary, Boss.
Truth be told, Gloman would still come home to visit whether Waffles wrote him a sappy love poem or not. But the cute factor never hurts.
Probably the most touching part of Gloman's visits is Katie's welcoming ritual. Once the door opens and she hears his voice, her ears perk up and she comes trotting over to him with the happiest spring in her step. She rolls over on the rug to get her tummy scratched and mews the cutest kitty chirps ever. She's definitely a CatDaddy's girl.
We're super excited to be able to spend a nice long weekend with our favorite Cat Daddy. It's going to be a lap-n-love fest for Waffles and Katie. And Glogirly too. We're supposed to get a big snowstorm here in the mountains on Saturday, so Glogirly is getting all stocked up on snacks so the only thing we have to worry about is keeping the fire going and which movie we're going to watch. There will quite possibly be some naps involved too.