Lost without a bed

I am getting a new bed, which means the futon with the divot is becoming a couch in the living room. The old couch, which managed to barely survive one child and two cats, is being put out in the trash. It is beyond all hope of redemption. In the meantime, Al spent most of the day very distraught because his cat bed is now in the wrong place. There is nothing to replace it. He spent a good portion of the day wandering in and out of the house, meowing, and generally being a pest. He finally settled down - on my clean clothes.