WAFFLES: Gloman is trying to come out to Colorado and visit us again. I really miss his lap and the Boss really misses the rest of him. Glogirly said I should make him a poem. So here goes.
WAFFLES: Uh, Boss? What are violets again?
KATIE: Blue, Waffles. Violets are blue.
WAFFLES: But what's a violet? I mean, is it like chicken? Or turkey?
KATIE: Would you seriously eat a blue chicken???
WAFFLES: Depends. Extra crispy?
KATIE: This is a pretty lame poem, Waffles.
WAFFLES: Ok, sorry Boss. I'll start over.
Roses are red.
Violets are blue.
Chicken is GOLDEN.
Like my love for you.
I love you like chicken, Gloman!
About Today's Photos
Today's pics are a flashback from 2015. Waffles was modeling his Valentines Day tie and we were still living in our Minneapolis townhouse. He was only three years old and still looked a little kitten-ish. He may be all grown up now, but he's still a kitten at heart.
