It is common for the small towns around here to have a commercial square at their center. I have written about our town’s square before. It’s one of my favorite places–home to two bookstores, trivia nights at the bars, and a great little coffee shop where we warmed up all last winter and played cards.
Today I introduce you to Poe, unofficial square ambassador.
Poe belongs to the oldest bookstore in Georgia–a shop with dark hardwood floors and old drugstore shelves that contain books on local history amongst the latest best sellers and classic children’s literature. There is a knitting group that meets once a month in the cozy basement downstairs and a fireplace tucked away a corner.
Every morning Poe leaves the bookshop to spend his days in the Square. He looks both ways before crossing the street, waits for the owner of the barbecue joint so he can traipse to her car where he gets treats. Some days he forgoes the routine all together and just lays on top of her car swishing his tail and waiting.
The bookshop takes in foster kittens from the local humane society, but Poe seems to prefer the company of people on the square. He’ll sit in chairs across from solo diners, give you a single, gravelly, Tom Waits style meow when you say hello and occasionally presents his belly for scratches.
Every night the bookshop owner’s daughter comes looking for him asking if he wants to go home. He allows her to pick him up and carry him back to the shop so he can rise and do it all over again tomorrow.