Nevertheless, I love my flokati rug. It's a small luxury that pays for itself in priceless moments: sitting with family members, laughing over ridiculous games during the holidays. Laying on it with a bunch of toss pillows, reading a good story. Watching reruns of Mary Tyler Moore with my grown daughter, and falling asleep together, and feeling as if time just rolled back twenty years.
Presently Jasper is stretched out, dozing, soaking up heat from the fireplace...his smooth black fur contrasting the cream-colored, unruly pelt upon which he lays. The sun is very bright at the moment, filtering through the foliage of a large schefflera that basks in the window.
Right now life is sweetly peaceful. If the flokati rug were a sentient being, it would be very pleased as well.
