Tuesday, March 15, 2016

Well he's right

This morning when I went into the kitchen to make some coffee, I found Mr Bunches on the kitchen floor:

"Why're you sitting on the floor?" I asked him.

"I'm not sitting. I'm laying," he answered.

"Well, why are you laying on the floor?" I asked.

"I have to wait until we go," he said, meaning until we go outside for the bus.

"Why don't you wait on the couch, or at the table?" I asked him.

"Because I'm on the floor," he said.

"Are you okay? Are you sad? Are you nervous?" I asked him.

"No," he said.

"So why are you on the floor?" I said again.

"It's unexpected," he said, and wouldn't say any more.

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