Clyde got himself a bunny. Not one from the garden, though. This one is stuffed full of artificial substances, all fluffy and... you know, like candy.
Clyde doesn't seem terribly impressed by the flavor, though.
I think he'd rather have either a real bunny, or my ducky slippers back again. But he's not getting the slippers. I need them until... until... until I grow up, I guess. Which will be precisely 1:47 p.m. in the 67th year of my next life.
He is resting quietly, if not exactly comfortably, after his surgery.
And, he's a little more defensive about certain quarters than he has been. So far, though, he isn't blaming anybody for his loss...
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