The Bunday Evening Thumps

Espresso, "Ees cold today, thump!"

Espresso, "Cookies under the loafers my floof. You're not posting this!"

Good evening, Everybun!

Our weather gave us one more chance to play Winter. The fifty-five mile an hour winds howled and rattled everything they could. Then the skies cleared like they always do. In the meantime, I extorted all the cookies my hoomin tried to hide. I ask nicely, at first, but if I have to go nose to toes with him, I don't blink. And eventually, all I have to do is look at him sideways, and I hear the bag.

I don't mind getting all cozy under the extra loafer. My hoomin will scratch my back and the top of my head through the fabric, and it feels pretty good. I think he appreciates those moments we share in the morning, those little, tiny corrections to keep us on the sanity beam.

Good night, and good luck!
- Espresso