Four years ago I decided I wanted a sectional sofa. A nice big sectional that would be comfortable for both me and my boyfriend. That it was. I would lay on one of the sides, my boyfriend on the other. But the sofa was so large that it took up half the room. I remember the struggle the movers had when they delivered it! They *barely* got it threw the door. My angel kitty Bailey would scratch at it. Since she had diabetes, I let her do whatever she wanted. The arm rests became slightly tattered.
Then I got Lily and Opie and they couldn't resist but scratch it too. It got a bit ridiculous looking after a while. I decided I just had to get rid of it, and buy something smaller....with less...scratch-ability.
My boyfriend and I wrestled this sofa out of the apartment today. And by wrestling, I mean drop down, wrestle. The sofa won.
We got ONE side of the sofa out...the other side refused to go. We paid the maintenance man to come up with a sledge hammer and break the sofa in half. It finally gave up and we wedged it out. Bye bye monster sofa.