We’re still here, we’ve just been… busy.
Um… very, very busy.
Doing very important things.
Things that you wouldn’t understand.
I think we’re done here.
-Gus
The life stories of some very spoiled house rabbits
There’s a draft in dad’s office – it comes from under the door that leads out to the garage. It’s not bad, but it has been a little chilly recently (p.s. it’s snowing out again – I love it, dad’s going absolutely nuts).
So, once again, I have to remind everyone that this is NOT snuggling:
Despite what it might look like, we are actually just huddled together for warmth from the draft. Yeah, that’s all.
Now, carry on.
-Gus
Dad saw us last night in this position, and he went all “awwww” and said we were being snuggle-buns.
But he’s completely wrong. We’re totally not snuggling. Can’t you tell the difference? I’m just… leaning my head on Betsy. Using her as a pillow, you might say. Because I’m too tough a bunny to be seen snuggling!
Yeah, that’s definitely not snuggling dad. Learn to tell the difference, will ya? Geez.
-Gus
Dad sometimes says we’re “snuggle buns.” He even claims to have photographic proof. But as always, it’s ALL LIES.
You see, this is actually just a complicated optical illusion that causes it to look (to your inferior human eyes) like we’re snuggling. But we’re not.
Nope. Nuh-uh. Not hardly.
Seriously, no, we’re not snuggling at all.
Not snuggling.
Um….
Ok, ok, we were snuggling… just don’t tell dad he was right!!!
-Gus