The last time we rearranged our couches, one of them ended up right in front of our living room picture window. Chewy had already enjoyed perching on top of our couches in their previous configuration, but the way it's set up now, his favorite spot in the house is the cushion of our window couch. We kid that it's the best yet worst thing we've done since we moved in-- Chewy loves the vantage point (so many cars! people! squirrels! birds!), but inevitably every time we leave, his little face pokes out from behind the curtains and makes us feel just a bit guilty for leaving him behind.
Every time he does it, though, it makes me think of this song: