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So this is Bruce.
Aka Master Wayne.
Aka “the Big Bunny Who Knows He’s the Big Bunny.”
He’s about 10 months old, neutered, and built entirely out of floof, confidence, and zero awareness that he might actually be causing all the drama in my apartment.
He and his brother have been bonded since birth — cuddled every single day — but recently his little brother hit his “teenage phase,” panicked about the social order, and started doing morning zoom-chases like he’s reenacting Fast & Furious: Bunny Drift.
Meanwhile Bruce?
Does. Not. Care.
Doesn’t run. Doesn’t fight. Doesn’t react.
Just sits there like:
“Yes. I am the mountain. Try to climb me.”
We neutralized the whole apartment with vinegar and suddenly Bruce is strolling around like a landlord inspecting his property while the little one sprints around having an existential crisis. Ears up. Hyper as heck. Bruce? Still unbothered. Still majestic. Still 90% fluff, 10% chill.
Basically:
• Little brother: “AM I STILL SAFE?? AM I STILL LOVED?? ARE WE GOOD???”
• Bruce: loafing “We were always good.”
Anyway, here he is in all his glorious poof, relaxing like the Zen master he is, while chaos reigns around him. 🐇💖
by ComprehensiveBat9287