Panda and the new daybed

This week, I tired of the dingy paint in my office. I went in the garage and grabbed a can of paint. It was purchased last autumn, and had never been opened. As I mixed it, I had an idea of the color, but I had very little recollection of what had been going through my mind when I purchased it.  I stroked it onto the wall in the office and found it was a creamy, buttery yellow. Then I remembered that this was the color I'd chosen for the dining room! Being that I not only wanted to follow my non-lazy streak and get this done, I decided it'd be fine for this room  (I am famously non-compulsive when it comes to decorating or even caring).
It took two days, after which, I phoned Macy's and ordered a piece of furniture.

Panda threw a fit when it came. Within five minutes he tried to claw it, then ran outside and killed a lizard. For two days, he wouldn't come into the room, disliking the "new furniture smell." He ran, and startled easily, then scuttled away like a scaredy cat.

Finally, I came home with new cushions. Panda quickly claimed his. Apparently, he is far more compulsive about decorating. All it took was buying the accessories, and he gave his approval. Now, I cannot get him off, and we have to sit around him --which is a pain since he sits in the middle.