dinosaur sits on the dresser, frozen in motion, like a third ice age has arrived, just for him.

i look at him every time i enter and exit the room, and feel badly that he is switched off, still, and silent. but truth be told, the dinosaur is rather high maintenance.

it seems he always needs explicit interaction….on-going petting, cuddling, playing, feeding. he doesn’t seem able to just be with us. he has so few explicit missions of his own.

the roomba on the other hand, has a job to do, a purpose in life, so to speak. it is enough to share missions in the same room, to momentarily meet and then to go about individual tasks once again.

hypothesis: pleo is a puppy. roomba is a cat.

small update: above image is from *a roomba costume shop*