Here’s Bugs this morning, inspecting his Bat-A-Rat treat dispenser. Empty, naturally. It takes him about three minutes, to get it that way.
A while back, a commenter asked what color Bugs is. I said (in my super-educated way): “Gray. But also, gee, I don’t know, dusted with gold, a little?”
One who does know — Oldcat, who knows everything worth knowing — says Bugs is “blue; dilute black.” Explains: “the dusting could be either `fading’ of the blue due to sun, or maybe he has high `rufousing’ . . . and it peeks out slightly.”
I regretted I didn’t have a picture capturing that. This one does, a little. You can get a taste of the effect if you look at his elbow and flank just behind. Still doesn’t do justice to the richness, the golden gingery haze that seems to hover around him, in a certain light — but you can get a hint.
Happy Thanksgiving. Lots to be thankful for, in life. Compared to the alternative. For the alternative, I blame Woody Allen.