Eulogy for a Faithful Rug

Acquired freshman year of college. Survived four school years of food-stained dormitory life. Followed by four years of food/cat-puke-stained apartment life; the last year of which involved getting chewed to bits by a Bootsie cat. Tan is a remarkable color when it comes to the concealment of cat puke stains, but thankfully, Bootsie is not much of a puker (except for that one time he ate a piece of ribbon), so now I have a colorful, handwoven, recycled jeans rug that was not soaked in toxic chemicals, such that if Bootsie does chew on it, I don't have to worry about it causing him further brain damage. But I gave him permission to chew on the new rug in the hopes that reverse psychology works on cats (yeah, I'm not hopeful, either).

As a side-note, it seems obvious to me now that the sole purpose of rug replacement was so that Bootsie could be entertained because he is just having a grand old time.