WAFFLES: Hey Boss, what's that John Denver song again?
KATIE: Please tell me you're not going to start singing.
WAFFLES: Oh wait! I remember. ♩♬ Colorado rocky mountain high... ♩♬
WAFFLES: I've seen it raining chickens from the sky. ♩♬ La la-la-la-la, la-la-la-la-la, something 'bout a lullaby...
WAFFLES: Uh oh. I don't think the next verse has anything about getting down from here.
About Today's PhotosLocking himself in the powder room was Waffles' thing when we lived in the Minneapolis townhouse. Since we don't have a powder room, he's had to find a new bathroom thing.
He's now taken to scaling the door frame between the bathroom and the closet. The first time Glogirly discovered him up there, she couldn't believe her eyes. The door was swinging and Waffles didn't seem to have a plan. So she grabbed a stool and rescued him. Only for him to do it again. And again.
In just two swift leaps, one onto the bathroom counter and the next to the top of the door, he was teetering on top of the door. And she was up on the stool again, lifting him down.
Let's just say there's now a stool within very easy reach of that doorway. And it gets used a LOT.
Our Rocky Mountain High
Pretty sure this is what John Denver was singing about.