My mom gave K a stuffed pink elephant named Rose, because K loves elephants. Rose lives on the top shelf of one of our bookcases, along with K’s collection of elephant figurines.
Poe and Rose have a complicated relationship.
Every single day, without fail, we walk into the office to find Rose on the floor. This has remained a source of amusement and confusion because he doesn’t do this with anything else. He’s only interested in Rose. No matter where we put her, she always winds up on the floor.
But only once per day.
A few days ago, I was in my office at around four in the morning. Poe was sleeping. He woke up rather suddenly, jumped down from his tree, and dragged his half-asleep body into the office. A few seconds later, I heard a noise behind me, and turned around to find Rose on the floor.
Poe stared up at me with a sleepy sort of glare, returned to his tree, and went back to sleep.