The Bunday Evening Thumps

Gus, "Sometimes we just look better in black and white."

Gus, "And the thump is that!? An exclamation mark and an eggplant emoji from Mamma Nature!?"

Good evening, Everybun!

Did we say something about the tropics too soon? Just look at all those blobs now. At least none of them are heading this way - as far as I know. And the giant, orange one, looks like a monstrosity from the original Star Trek series.

In other news, we still have nothing to report, and we're glad. This way, my hoomin can worry about saving that hopeless painting of his. We stayed up way past his bedtime again last night until I finally said, "Thump it, Charlie. Let's call it a night." And we left. And he was like, "Wait, don't you guyz want more cookies!?" No, you weirdo! We retired to our night spot.

Charlie says they used to make a fluffle right where we like to sleep. Her, Espresso, and some girl named Latte. I never met Latte. I hear she used to be the bossy bunny of the warren.

So the biped stumbled back around later, and yes, he brought that cookie with him. We waz asleep already, but we wouldn't turn down a cookie.

And what about today? Naps all around. Arting and more naps. And the evening is still young.

 Good night and good luck!
- Gus