The listing called it “cozy” and “charming,” but let’s be honest here; it was small. But for Leia it was big enough, and she looked forward to calling it home. Though fiercely independent, she had never before had a place of her own. Most important, it was affordable. 

“Such potential,” she thought, admiring the possibilities. “I can hang some of my artwork on the east wall and maybe paint a mural on the west one. A couple of throw rugs, some accent pieces and a potted plant or two and this place is perfect!”

Never one to make an impulse purchase, Leia resisted the urge to immediately throw down a deposit, opting to “sleep on it” for the night. But when she came back the next morning, the place had been snatched up.

Literally! 

The humans were now using it to hold worn-out sweatshirts, greasy pots and pans,  and obsolete electronics. They were taking it all to someplace called Goodwill. In its place stood a fancy new apothecary table. An upgraded scratching post was supposedly in the works, as well. 

The humans called it “reorganizing,” but Leia knew it by another name. She was yet another victim of living room gentrification.