Well, when Moose lived with me at my house at school...there wasn't exactly a lot of room [or choice ]. I ended up keeping his food and stuff in the kitchen in one of the lowest, unused cabinets...and I tried to keep all his toys in "his" basket in my room. I didn't do too well with that though...I can't even begin to count the number of times my roommates sat on a squeaky toy on the couch, or stepped on one while walking to the bathroom in the middle of the night.