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| Gus as "Ziggy Haydust" |
We're doing well. The biped pretends he's ready for the weekend, and we let him pretend - OK, we just ignore him. He got up in the middle of the night last night because he heard us bunstructing and took away our cardboard tunnel.
"Dur, ddddur dur durr. Dur. Dur dur! Dur! Duuuurrrr dur."
Like, what!? Those flopping lips are so confusing. Is that a thought
seizure!? Oh, right, it's about our gizzards, maybe. He got spooked that
we'll get stuffe with it, and nobunny on the planet would be able to plumb
us clean of it.
But we did get a few fat, yammed apple sticks, so there's that.
So, we got nothing today. We're really stretching it. A nap, then another nap. Then arting in the evening, loafing while being stared at endlessly, treats, and such. A good old day in the making.
We'll keep you posted!
- Gus





