Raymond and I do not have a lot in common other than our mutual adoration of the lovely KB. He loves meat, I’m a vegetarian, he loves lying in the sun and I don’t, he enjoys killing small animals and I strive to practice ahimsa (non-harm), and of course, he licks his arse on a daily basis, something I er… don’t….
We do have, however, a deep and profound love of rag rugs. I love rag rugs, only the beautiful ones made from recycled saris and the beautiful ones (I’m not partial to a cotton rag rug personally) are very difficult to find. I love the way they make a room instantly “hippy-fied” the moment you lay them on the floor. You can imagine my joy a couple of months ago when I found a big colourful pile in a shop while I was on a work trip, I opened about 20 of them out and picked the most beautiful one I could find. It looks absolutely stunning in our new home and I love it.
Now Raymond has a deep love for rag rugs too. He loved my previous rag rug to death… literally. Ripped it to shreds, despite my best efforts to protect my beautiful orange rug, in the end it went in the bin because he ripped it apart playing with his mouse.
Rag rugs, it seems are perfect hiding places for mice. Being that he has already pulled about 10 strands loose with his claws in the last two days, I’m going to have to train him not to play in my rug… as funny as it is, I’d rather he didn’t destroy my things…
I think this is going to be a battle of wills…. and I bet I’m going to win!