After (coincidentally) living exactly 100 days without a couch, my new sofa just arrived and I feel like I won the lottery. Tuna was, of course, the first to jump up. So far, nary a fang mark nor a claw mark, but the day is young. Once I determine which tasty couch part they like enough to munch or claw, I’ll “gift wrap” that area in sheets. But, wait! What if the boys have no interest in destroying this couch? Hmm. Who am I kidding? I live with Tuna. So I wait. From my comfortable seat. Not the lawn chair.