It's nearing the end of the school year here: we've just started the fourth term. Things are starting to gear up. At dancing this afternoon, we had costumes for the students to try on. Elijah was "sorting" the costumes for me for a while, but then, while I was busy, he disappeared.
I found him in the hallway, surrounded by students waiting for their classes, playing with the studio's cat. Elijah is obsessed with animals, and cats in particular. He insists on meowing like a cat every time he sees one. He was attempting to pet the cat, which, may I say, was being very patient with him. I guess it's used to being around children.
Elijah didn't want to come back into the studio with the costumes. He didn't want to follow me back to the studio down the hall in which I was teaching, once we'd finished with the costumes. I figured he could strut around for a while and that he would come back to me when he was ready.
Next thing I know, the studio owner is calling out to me to see if Elijah is allergic to anything because he had wandered into the office and asked for some birthday cake. I shook my head, rolled my eyes and said he could have a small piece as long as it wasn't chocolate.
He turned up in my studio a few minutes later, with crumbs on his mouth and a satisfied smile on his face.
I guess he's decided he's a permanent fixture at the dance school. I think everyone else considers him to be so as well.