Mummy says we have to keep the new sofa covered with a throw to protect it from my naughtiness. I like to scratch my claws on it you see. I know I have scratching posts for that, but I can't resist a sofa, especially a new one.
I slid under the throw last night and sniffed all the new scents from it. Then I just sat there thinking how lovely it looks and that it shouldn't be covered up.
Oh well, what can I do? Humans are just strange creatures sometimes.