WAFFLES: It is 4:43. The place is each buddy?
ELLIE: What do you imply, Mr. Waffles?
WAFFLES: We will STARVE. It is 4:44 and nobody is house. You higher recover from right here. We could have to coordinate an assault on the large fridge.
ELLIE: I am sort of busy, Mr. Waffles. There’s butterflies and stuff.
WAFFLES: Dinner is WAY extra essential than butterflies, Ellie.
ELLIE: However there’s all types of cool smells and bugs. It is all breezy too. Don’t fret, it isn’t windy. I do know you are afraid of the wind.
WAFFLES: That is it. It is 5:01. We’re doomed. You could take this severely, Ellie. Sufficient with the home windows and breezy bugs already…
ELLIE: Mmmmm, this one smells actually good.
WAFFLES: ELLIE!!!
ELLIE: You do not have to panic, Mr. Waffles. Glogirly and Gloman went over to the vet’s home for dinner. They mentioned they’d be house quickly.
WAFFLES: Wait. WHAT??? They went to the VET’S home??? For DINNER??? It is the top of the world.
Ellie was proper. Glogirly and Gloman actually did spend the night with our vet. And her husband. And her husband’s sister who’s one in all Glogirly’s bestest ski associates. And her buddy’s daughter who could turn out to be our new cat sitter. And their mother. Waffles is clearly hung up on the entire vet factor although. This complete twisted friendship was by no means pre-approved by Waffles.
Simply wait till our new cat sitter comes over and smells just like the vet!!!
