As a professional organizer, I’ve seen my fair share of rooms that look like a tornado threw a garage sale and forgot to invite the cleanup crew. But stepping into this lavender-hued labyrinth of laundry and toppled Tupperware, I couldn’t help but smile. Not because of the mess—though impressive in its own right—but because of the sheer potential buried under those layers of life.

Stepping into this spare bedroom, it’s clear that royalty has lived here—small, furry royalty with tiny toe beans and zero respect for boundaries. This space has been a full-on kitten kingdom, complete with tunnel forts, pillow piles, and what I can only assume was a snack bar of scattered kibble. The floor tells the tale of zoomies past, while the vacuum stands nearby like a brave knight who’s seen things.