This is our little couch. Mom thinks it's was ugly and the cushions are flat, so she sinks into it whenever she sits on it.
I like it because I can scratch it.
Mom says it is NOT going to the new house. Today some of her day hunting pals are coming to take it to the dump.
A lot of stuff is go-go-going. The washing monster and the drying monster are both go-go-going. (Actually the monsters are going to somebody who can use them.) Mom says there's a lot of other so-called junk that's going to the dump too. (Like that rug!)
I am snoopervising everything. A week from today, we will be in our new house, and I will FINALLY get to see what will replace my window cat hammock.