Once upon a time, when Maxx was very young, he was unsure of himself and much of his surroundings.
“What’s this strange place and all these strange things?” he’d ask himself every day, having been rescued from living outside with flowers, nature and all sorts of scary things and expected to become an indoor-only boy with indoor-only rules.
“I don’t know if I like this or not,” he’d grumble and glare each time the walls were made another color, rugs were taken up or shifted or some trinkets were arranged, and then rearranged just so.
“Everything just sits, unless the people are fussing. Nothing moves. There’s nothing to attack. This isn’t natural at all!”
And so began Maxx’s obsession with decor, object placement and dislike for bronze bunnies. We accept the blame completely.