Geoffrey was a dustbunny. You might think that meant he was just a little clump under the bed that needed to be swept up and thrown away, but he was much, much more than that. Dustbunnies, once they reach a certain age and number, an equation no one hs yet managed to figure out with any certitude, started to think for themselves. There was a reason that gatherings of dustbunnies are referred to as colonies. In truth, they very much are.
Geoffrey was fairly young as a dustbunny, not even nearly the oldest in his colony. He was surrounded by other dustbunnies who were much older and wiser than he was. His parents reminded him of that often. Yes, for those of you wondering, dustbunnies do have parents. And aunts, and uncles, and even little brothers. Not that Geoffrey had a little brother.