A rescue ladder, still in its box
A chewed-up, unmatched sock
The toes of my tennis shoes. The rest of the shoe is sticking out so you can trip over them.
Nothing. Not even dust, because I vacuumed under it last weekend.
Heh, in case anybody is curious what the hell this is all about: When I started this thread this morning, I got called away to the phone. While I was away, my cat must have walked across my laptop inadvertently submitting his own post.
Anyway, Under my bed is a locked gun case, photo albums, a file folder and an ass loaded of stray socks and other clothing items that seem to constantly find their way under there.
My side: 3 neat storage boxes of shoes, power cords for things on the bedside table.
His side: a godawful mess including clothes, wine bottles, boxes, old shoes and rollerblades etc. which flows onto the floor alongside the bed. Glad you can’t see that side from the door.
Why did I read that to say that your cat’s name is “po”? 
Under my bed:
Princess Baja, the Wonder Cat (usually)
The front half of my riding boots (back half is cozied up to the dust ruffle)
Extra blankets in plastic storage bags
Luggage
No dust bunnies. PBtWC (see above) hunts and kills them without mercy.
A BB gun, shotgun, and rifle, each in its own case, none loaded (we don’t have children anyway).
Probably dust bunnies.
Power strips for nightstand stuff (lamps, alarm clocks, etc.).
Frequently a cat.
Carpet. 
Future occupant: the flat tote of giftwrap stuff that currently lives on a shelf in what is nominally the second bedroom (in practice, it’s storage, referred to as the Room of Doom).
Dust bunnies
The cord for the lights
Dust bunnies
Stray socks
Half of at least three pairs of shoes
Some summer clothes in a plastic box (The summer clothes I never took out this summer, not the ones I haven’t put away for the winter yet)
A cat (presumably mine, but it’s hard to guess when cats are involved)
The post-coital towel, probably
I am not a great housekeeper.
cord to the electric blanket
couple of very small dust bunnies…do we say mice when they are small?
Dog hair. Maybe a dog bone. But not much - the Roomba does a good job going under the bed.
Enough dog hair to build another dog, an under the bed plastic container with some old sweaters I never wear, odd socks, books and magazines that have drifted under there instead of being put on the bookshelf after I read them, bones for the dogs and possibly a ball or two. I think that’s about all. I dare not look, there’s probably monsters there, too.
Some of my partner’s shoes (all that will fit). A 4-way power adaptor with electric blankets and a bedside lamp plugged into it. Quite a lot of dust.
What do they mean “This forum requires that you wait 60 seconds between posts. Please try again in 7 seconds”? :rolleyes:
Anyway…
Carpet beetles, probably.
Some old shoes, a boom box that doesn’t work, some dog toys that fell down between the mattress & headboard and dust bunnies. Lots of dust bunnies.
A large carpet, only carpet in the house.
The dining room table leaf and a plastic bin of wrapping paper and bows.
My bed lies directly on the floor, so in order it’s carpet, pad, subfloor, structure of the second floor of my condo, drywall, popcorn ceiling, my living room, a cheap throw rug, laminate flooring, probably some kind of cushioning foam, possibly some kind of vapor barrier, concrete, and the planet Earth.
1 cat
3 socks
Now it’s just one cat and two socks; he’s sleeping on one-don’t want to deprive him of his stinky pillow!
Leaves from my dining room table. The rest, I don’t want to think about.
Under my bed? What an odd question. Let’s have a look.
Hmmm. Just leaning over and I can see a glove… No wait, it has claws, so it must be part of a costume or something. But, I don’t recall having… Wait a minute. Just reaching down to touc