Mama moved all our stuff in the dark cement room under where gramma and grampa live, but it's not so bad. She put this soft green thing on the couch and I get to lay all over it. Sometimes she tries to put papers and stuff on there, but I just "accidentally" knock them off.
She'll learn soon enough.
Her glowy box sits on that table next to the couch, so I get to watch her as long as I want. In between naps, of course.