Wall-To-Wall

When we were kids, to have wall-to-wall carpeting was seen as "having arrived."  The cat's meow.  The bees knees. The cream of the crop.  When we got ours, Buzz and I were thrilled (we were easily pleased).

Today, we can't seem to rip the stuff up fast enough.  It had a warming effect, it hid a lot of dirt plus the odd cat fur ball. Now, I realize styles change, but sitting here barefoot in Command Central and there being 16 degree weather outside, I really miss it.

Tiger, the Wonder Cat, wrapped around my feet, eases the pain.  Perchance time for socks.