Window Wars

Hi everyone, Katie here.

What began as a special surprise today turned quickly into a turf war of epic proportions.

Glogirly was folding the epic proportions of vacation laundry she and Gloman had racked up. She opened up the bedroom window blinds to allow me unfettered access to the view while she built skyscraper stacks of neatly folded t-shirts.

Despite the allure of freshly folded laundry, Waffles Too instead turned his attention to me.

What's a tuxie girl got to do to get a little peace around here???

WAFFLES:  By *peace* do you mean like a *peace* of CHEESE??? Um, I'm pretty sure someone said CHEESE.

Not A Kitten Anymore

Hi everyone, Katie here.

Seriously.

Do you SEE what I have to put up with?  Day in, day out?

Yeah, Waffles – So the whole jazz hand thing? Not so cute anymore. The whole kitten thing? Other than the obnoxious behavior, it's G-O-N-E.

Maybe if you had laid off the food a little...you know, leave a couple crumbs for the starving elder cat...you'd still be all kitteny and cute.

You're just an orange cat with food stuck to his nose.

Does Size Matter?

Hi everyone, Katie here.

We all have a different opinion on size. Some of you say it matters. Some don't. *I* say it's relative.  Sure, I've got the numbers in my favor. For now. Weighing in at a solid 12 pounds, forget the Vet says I need to trim down to 11, I out-heft the orange boy-beast by about 5 pounds. That can pack a pretty big punch.

Still, Waffles Too thinks he can posture his way to the top... despite looking like a GOOFBALL.

And when that doesn't work, he'll just plain CLIMB his way to the top ...where the camera angle is on his side.

Back where you belong, Waffles Too. Better luck next time. 

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Jazz Hands, Schmazz Hands

Hi everyone, Katie here.

*rolls eyes*  So what's all this fuss about Jazz Hands anyway?  I'm getting just a little bit tired of all the squeee's and awwww's and MOL's.  He's a kitten. He's orange. He's named after a common breakfast food. What's the big whoop?

It's not like Waffles Too INVENTED jazz hands.

I rest my case.

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Waffles Wednesday: Jazz Hands

WAFFLES TOO:  Um, hi everyone, Waffles Too here.

Um, the Boss said that because Waffles Wednesday last week was like the most popular post EVER she needed some extra napping time today...so I get to do another Waffles Wednesday. She said if I stay out of her food dish and learn to smell, um... I mean spell better, Wednesday Waffles might become a weekly feet sure.

So today's post is about what I want to be when I grow up. I've decided I want to be a star. I want to dance on a Broadway stage. I don't really know what a Broadway stage is, but I know I want to dance on one. And I'm pretty sure that good Jazz Hands are really important.



WAFFLES TOO:  Here I am showing the Boss just how good my Jazz Hands are. I sure wish she'd do some Jazz Hands with me. She's really missing out. She could be a star too.




KATIE:  I feel I MUST intervene. This Waffles Wednesday thing is about to spin out of control. Seriously, the Jazz Hands need to STOP.




KATIE:  Ok, that's not exactly what I had in mind.

WAFFLES TOO:  Jazz Hands!  Jazz Hands!  Jazz Hands!