I don't have cushions on my sofa, it's from 1895 and is wicker with a padded upholstered seat. I imagine that they are buried in my sewing bin somewhere or on my dining table buried under clutter. Max never bothers any of my sewing supplies or fabrics. When I'm sewing, he lays down next to my sewing cabinet and sleeps. If I drop a bobbin near him, a pin or a needle, he just gets up and moves to another room.
Marty

Brighten each corner where you are ... smile!