Pimp's throne is a papasan chair I got from Pier 1 Imports a long, long time ago. I have thought about getting rid of it more times than I can count, but in the end, it always stays. As do the stuffed animals in it.
How could you throw out something so comfy?!
I like to think I could go on record saying this is the world's biggest cat bed. It's a monstrosity that hasn't really fit in my home for years. And yet, because Pimp likes it, it stays.
He'll go through phases where he "forgets" about it, but this is just some kind of crazy cat ploy to get my hopes up about getting rid of it. Because just like the sun rises in the east and a cat stinks up the litter box as soon as you walk in the front door, Pimp snuggles right back in the darn thing the night before I'm ready to take it to the dumpster. Every. Single. Time.
He has stuffed animals in there that he likes to cuddle with, which I also can't get rid of. There's a Taco Bell dog that says, "Yo quiero Taco Bell," when you squeeze it, a turkey from who knows what, and I'm pretty sure there's one other stuffed thing in there -- but it's such a mess of cat hair on all of them that I can't honestly recall without looking at it. (See above about why no human butt ever sits in this chair. I'm telling you; it's beyond repair.)
Snugglin' with my turkey's leg.
But that. That face! How could I get rid of his chair? Nope, no way. And so the darn thing stays, taking up way too much space. It's the oldest piece of furniture I own, and if Pimp has anything to say about it, it's not going anywhere soon.