Hardly fitted for human living standards, the room is, however, just as uncomfortable for a tigress. Yet Leave still feels at home amidst the massive, plush piles of real furs that litter the ground and carpet the tiered steps she has created. Boxes, crates, tiles, planks, and siding that she scavenged and gathered have been arranged, so that three of the four quadrants of her room are on an incline. Different plateaus are at different elevations, and she displays the shiny trinkets she collects in colourful, glittering shrines on some of the more stable platforms. She herself reigns from the throne of her nest, a heap of fur, velvet, silk, and fleece, perched on the highest step, the corner opposite the doorway.