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| Gus, "You can take your seat now, Ralph." |
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| Espresso and Charlie, "No, you can't sneak into the loafer and cuddle - you're still not a bunny!" |
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| Charlie, "Nice lights - did you confuse the Holidays or something?" |
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| Gus, "I like my nightly Feastivus. That's right - a 'feast-ivus.' |
Good evening, Everybun!
Spressy had a good night after the nebulizer treatment on Saturday. Maybe that stuff actually helps with whatever maligns the poor guy? We'll repeat it tonight as well, and here's to keeping fingers crossed that a visit to an emergency V. E. T. won't be necessary.Our hoomins are trying to take it easy today. We had extra snorgles and cookies this morning and expect more later. It's warm today, but at least the skies are cloudy. We wish for a White Christmas; a foggy one is the best we can do.
Of course, we expect to get our presents tonight - we don't do the "waiting till the morning" rubbish. Yes, there will be treats, and art, and "the usual." I mean, what's a spoiled bunn to do? We expect and try to make every Eve like Christmas. 'Cause you never know.
So, last but not least, here's to a very Hoppy Christmas, Bunderful Holidays, or at the very least a day or two of peace and quiet.
Goodnight and good luck!
- Gus
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