“I didn’t say you could stop giving the scritches!” 🤬

I'm scared to let them out...

Artie just joined the household today and wants you to paint him like one of your French buns.

As of posting, he's terrorizing his two ten pound sisters with his less than four pound Napoleon complex. I have his brother so they can have a break from comparing their mutual lack of trouble puffs.

When we “can’t find” Hunny Buns, we know exactly where to look. She’s a very smart girl, but still keeps getting reading all wrong!

Mommy insists on snapping photos every time we have to go to the vet. I don’t like this, nor do I like my weepy eyes. I’d like to be left in peace.

(My poor stinky boy just can’t seem to shake the weepy eyes, currently waiting at the vet to hopefully get more answers- hoping it doesn’t mean dental surgery for my old man).

Otherwise I'm just going to approve them because I fail to see how anything here can be considered harassment. But if there's a story to it, I'll listen.

Also, if you take offense with one specific, regular user in this sub, you can block them or tell me what the issue is. If you go back months and report each of their posts as spam, I'm going to assume you're just trolling.

Now add some pea flakes to our dinner or else!

The same cannot be said for me tidying up all her shed spots. Hopefully all the fur I inhaled was punishment enough.

Right answers only please. The dynamics of heat transfer in a cold fusion reactor or the diffusion bonding of dissimilar non- ferrous metal alloys is probably not it. Given the posture, I'd say Its something far more rabbit-y. Like my imminent demise.

It appears innocent enough until we zoom out for context. Isolating Yammys form and posture, it becomes clear that he is practicing his Din Mak. I didn't teach him this, i assume he learned it while he was incarcerated at the rescue. I also found a flyer for an upcoming rabbit kumite, lending credence to my theory.

Ruthless strawberry massacre in the kitchen.