The Bunday Evening Thumps

Good evening, Everybun!

How cold is it, you ask? It's flopping cold - that's how. Well, no,  it's not that bad - yet. And to be honest, we don't. Nor do we care. But we do know this short winter break is clod-hopping to a close. And we don't trust this fangled year. Not one bit.

Tomorrow, we'll try to get Charlie a visit at the Avian V. E. T. We'll try to make up the appointment time we gave to Karat a while back :-( My hoomin is pensive  since he ran his paw under Charlie's belleh and "felt a bump." A tiny bump, but enough to shred his guts. Of course, he's trying not to scare poor Charlie with his shredded guts, but I know about it, and I  don't like it.

But for today and tonight, we'll chillax and loaf. And we'll stay glad for the day, and a day with Charlie at that!

Goodnight and good luck!
- Gus