The humans that I live with are very patient. Or patient enough, anyway.
For months, maybe even a year, I've scolded other members of the household for "taking apart" the love seat: displacing the slip cover and moving the back pillows, so that it isn't comfortably sat on and is really just a cushiony mess.
Can you guess whose fault it actually is? Who I've literally watched nose, paw, and stomp all of these things out of place and into disarray?
I'll give you a hint. Her name starts with "E" and ends with "lka".