The Bunday Evening Thumps

Good evening, Everybun!

The day began promising enough at five in the morning. It rained during the night, and the skies were still gray and heavy with clouds at dawn. The cold front finally broke through and caught up with our bones. The bones knew this was coming since yesterday.

The biped looked at me funny. He was up on the wrong side of something once more but kept trying to do the right thing and handed me another half a cookie.

"The bamboo in the backyard is ready for you, Capitan. You can kick it if you want, but it will kick you back," I said.

"Have you any more cookies, Capitan? You may as well keep them coming. And don't bother the bamboo," I said. The biped didn't even mumble. I prefer those one-way conversations to the normal ones. There's never anything good coming back. He kept the cookies coming, and we continued to hang in the balance. I kept one eye on Charlie and the cookie bowl and one eye on the biped. Was he going catatonic on me again?

"You know, you do have a lot of blue in that piece. Maybe the camera is not lying to you?" I said, trying a different subject. The biped attempted to scratch the top of my nose, but I moved back just enough so his hand missed me by a whisker. He thinks he can paint, but I draw the lines. This was one of them, and he knew that. He knew that very well and served us another handful of crunchies in the bowl.

"Maybe you should warm up parts of it? Don't you call it 'the color study,' Capitan? Then warm it up, and we'll study it together. Just you and I. We'll sit in front of it and study it." I said.

My bones were ready for the daytime nap, and I started to shift with great impatience. I wanted to make sure there would be more treats on the other side once I got up. "Look at those skies, Capitan! Go on and warm up the piece, and we'll philosophy about it," I said.

Goodnight and good luck!
- Gus