It was a couch like any other, covered in way too many cushions with the worst view in the room of the TV.
Izzie loved it, but then Izzie had a passion for corduroy.
As soon as she entered the living room, Izzie would jump on, bury her head under a cushion, and stay there until dragged out.
One day, she buried her head so far down that she had a panic attack, backing out of the darkness so fast she left her collar behind.
The same collar that had been to Planet Hy Man and back.
Not that anyone noticed. Until, that is, it was too late.
