A room for Sleepy McSleeperton...

     I find myself sitting on what appears to be a mid-sized brown faux suede couch. At least I think its faux suede. Maybe it is in fact real, but seeing as how I in no way am a fabric fabricator of the sort, it is nowhere in my capacity to know for sure.
     What I do know, is that there is a rather obese cat napping right next to me. The word that comes to mind is sassy. Somehow in my mind, fat and sassy just seem to fit perfectly together, as if they were one in the same with meaning. Its brownish coat reminds me of an adolescent trying to grow facial hair for the first time. Let me explain what I mean, and please tell me if this is a stretch for a definition based on tangents alone. Most young men, roughly around 14-16, sometimes for the rest of their lives, have problems growing facial hair. That problem being it grows in patches. Hair patches for the teen, varying color patches for the cat... Ok, maybe that one was a little too out there...
     The point I'm trying to make here, is that it is not a solid color, but consisting of various similiar colors around the hue of brown.