I'm not sure whether it's advancing age or the fact that the rabbits now live in the living room, making them omnipresent, but the cats seem to have become used to them, have stopped antagonizing them. The two sides seem to enjoy a calm truce, passing by each other regularly without a second look at one another.
Still, I figured there were understood limits. Then, the other day, Harry was lounging in front of the rabbit hutch in a sunbeam. The next time I looked over, Rudy was snuggled up beside him. Both acted as though there were nothing in the world more normal.
"You have both lost your minds," I said.