Rhubarb wishes me to clarify that, last week’s post notwithstanding, he is not a frequent blepper. He is, he assures us all, a dignified gentleman of a certain age, not given to hijinks and friolity.
He may indulge himself with a little blep from time to time but–
Rufus was, and probably will always be, the champion blepper of the household.
Fortunately for those of us who love a good blep, Rhubarb is highly accomplished in the field.
(Thanks to Maggie for the photo.)
A master class talent, wouldn’t you say?
And the 3/4 inverted head adds more than a trifling measure of charm.
It is, however, the freckled nose that really sells the blep.
Rufus has a new nickname.
Meet Mr. Bleppington.