The skeleton of my couch. It’s totally trashed (thanks, jerk cats!), so I needed to haul it out to the dumpster, but I have no truck or help. I figured I could take it apart. It was made of cardboard and the crappiest plywood and pine, held together with 4″ staples. And now it’s gone.
I have an old futon frame that’s super low to the ground. Once Frances is healed, a lower couch will be more safe for her to get on and off.
My apartment feels like a crappy dorm now, but Frances will be safer, and that’s more important.
My reward for working my ass off today: Netflix and a cupcake.