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