Laundry Day, Waffles FAIL

WAFFLES:  Hey Boss, isn't today laundry day?

KATIE:  Yes, today's laundry day. Why?

WAFFLES:  Well do you want to play hide and seek in the sheets? 

KATIE:  Too late, Waffles. Glogirly already made the bed. 

WAFFLES:  What do you mean? You're IN the bed. 

KATIE:  That's right. Glogirly made the bed around me. 

WAFFLES:  She's never made the bed around ME.

KATIE:  That's because you always twirl around and get tangled in the sheets. 

WAFFLES:   Yeah. So?

KATIE:  And because you bring all your stuff in bed and then Gloman wakes up at 3 am with a fetch toy between his–

 WAFFLES:  But I thought he LIKED my fetch toys.

KATIE:  Not between his–

Waffles Wednesday: My DIY Kitty-Weigh-In

Um, hi everybuddy. Waffles here.

So today is Katie's big weigh-in at the vet place.  Do you think she'll have as much fun as I do when I go to the vet place? I wonder if they'll coo and squeee and carry her all over the place to meet everyone – everyone who's wearing those armpit-length suede gloves that is!

Even though I wish I could go, I'm not due back to the vet place for a long time on account of me being so good at my last visit. The doctor told Glogirly to keep an eye on my weight though. She said that between 6-18 months can be a critical time for kitties and to make sure I don't go overboard on the food.

So Glogirly decided to give me my own weigh-in. The Boss would NEVER allow this, but I thought it was really fun.

Glogirly used her hand-held luggage scale and our laundry basket.

How-To:
•  The scale is really cool. You just turn it on and make sure it reads 0.0 pounds.
•  It has a strap that you can attach to the laundry basket handle.
•  Then she weighed the basket all by itself by just holding it up in the air and letting it dangle from the scale.
•  Next, I got in the basket and she weighed me AND the basket.

The Results:
•  So the laundry basket weighs 4.5 pounds.
•  Me AND the basket weigh 14.2 pounds.
•  I don't do math yet, but Glogirly says that means I weigh 9.7 pounds.

Did you know that I only weighed 3 pounds when I came to live at the Townhouse!?

So what do you think the Boss will weigh? We kinda look like we're almost the same size now. But Gloman says I'M a lean-mean-lanky-machine. Go easy on the Boss though...she's already feeling a little puffy, um...I mean fluffy around the edges.

Pee S:  Glogirly said to make sure you know that this shouldn't replace going in to see the vet place. And the luggage scale is probably not super-accurate. So if you have any questions about your weight or eating or any important stuff like that, you really should go to your own vet place.

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.

The Pillow Experiment

Hi everyone, Katie here.

I know. I don't call. I don't write. I don't blog. I'm still here. Still beautiful. Still smart. Same old, same old. Let's just move on shall we?

So, big experiment in the townhouse today. Glogirly and Gloman, they just think they're so smart. Gloman thinks he's got me trained. Glogirly just rolls her eyes. Yeah, right. I'm a cat.

First, a little background:

Gloman has "trained" me to keep off his stuff. I don't help him with laundry. I don't help him with packing. I never EVER touch his camera gear. Doesn't matter if it's a pile of papers on the floor (tempting indeed) or a warm stack of neatly folded t-shirts. I may perform certain acrobatics around these stacks and piles. But I always keep my paws to myself.

Glogirly's stuff is another story. Fair game. I fur up her laundry stacks every chance I get. I always help with bed making and suitcase packing. Invited or not, I am there.

I sleep on Glogirly's pillow whenever she's not.

Sometimes even when she is.

But I never EVER touch Gloman's pillows.

The Experiment:

This morning before Glogirly left for work, she switched her pillow with Gloman's. They wanted to see if I'd notice. If I'd follow Glogirly's pillow to Gloman's side of the bed. The plan was to come home and inspect the pillows for evidence. You know, the telltale divot in the middle, the remnants of my furs, maybe even a speck of litter. (Not than I'm a slob or anything.)

Seriously? Do they think I can't tell the difference between Gloman's stinky manly cologne and Glogirly's stinky sweet perfume? Duh. I'm a cat.

So I decided to mess with them. I slept on Gloman's pillow ALL day. Made a giant kitty divot. Left some fur. And carefully positioned one granule of litter. hehehe.

They thought I was smarter than that. I'm just smarter than them.