Waffles the Poet Cat #WafflesWednesday

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:  Roses are red.  Violets are…

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.