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.
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.
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.
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.
Ok, ok, we were snuggling… just don’t tell dad he was right!!!