We pushed our couch back against the wardrobe so the girlscouts could all gather on the floor for their sleep over. The dogs are flipped because they can’t walk behind it to go outside. We open the door and they (mainly the 12 year old) pace back and forth trying to figure out how to go behind the couch instead of walking straight out the front door.
The cat has knocked a single piece of food out of her bowl and it went under some mail on my desk. Now she is digging manically to get that one piece of food.
It must be this house!
