Sunday, August 20, 2023

Dinnertime Panic


WAFFLES:  It's 4:43.  Where is every buddy?

ELLIE:  What do you mean, Mr. Waffles?

WAFFLES:  We're going to STARVE. It's 4:44 and no one is home. You better get over here. We may need to coordinate an assault on the big fridge. 

ELLIE:  I'm kind of busy, Mr. Waffles. There's butterflies and stuff. 

WAFFLES:  Dinner is WAY more important than butterflies, Ellie.

ELLIE:  But there's all kinds of cool smells and bugs. It's all breezy too. Don't worry, it's not windy. I know you're scared of the wind.

WAFFLES:  That's it. It's 5:01. We're doomed. You need to take this seriously, Ellie. Enough with the windows and breezy bugs already...

ELLIE:  Mmmmm, this one smells really good.


ELLIE:  You don't have to panic, Mr. Waffles. Glogirly and Gloman went over to the vet's house for dinner. They said they'd be home soon. 

WAFFLES:  Wait. WHAT??? They went to the VET'S house??? For DINNER??? It's the end of the world.

About Today's Photos

Ellie was right. Glogirly and Gloman really did spend the evening with our vet. And her husband. And her husband's sister who is one of Glogirly's bestest ski friends. And her friend's daughter who may become our new cat sitter. And their mom. Waffles is clearly hung up on the whole vet thing though. This whole twisted friendship was never pre-approved by Waffles. 

Just wait until our new cat sitter comes over and smells like the vet!!! 


  1. Uh oh, Waffles!
    What fresh heck is this?

  2. Oh no not the vet's house. Might be plotting something.

  3. Hmmm, sounds like a type of treason to us. Flirting with the enemy vet!!

  4. Oh! I'm sure they will be home soon maybe you'll both get a tasty treat.xx😻🐈‍⬛🐾


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