Imagine a life so hard done by that you have to lie in a window sill? Brody is not what I'd call a good sharer. He took one look at his bed and saw Sampson beside it and moved on to his couch. His couch currently has two dogs and two cats on it. He looked at the chairs he will occasionally grace with his presence and decided they wouldn't do. So he moved into the window sill. Carefully made enough room for himself and crashed. He cracks me up.