The carpet in the loungeroom at my folk's old place was white... pure wool... and about a centimetre thick pile...
They managed, by some incredible means, over the years to keep it clean and stain free...
Off to the side of the loungeroom was the lounge, a sturdy two seater with a skirt around it's base...
The cat loved the lounge because he could get under it, and hide... ha ha.
In his last months, when he was taking bright orange pills that the vet had given him, he'd struggle, then grudgingly take the pill...
Once the pill had been administered, he'd run off to his safe place, and hide, under the couch...
Many years after his eventual demise, Mum and Dad decided to rearrange the furniture in the lounge...
Stop me if you think you know where this is going... ha ha.
All those little orange blotches on the carpet...
The moment he could, the cheeky little horror had spat the pills out... ha ha...
I hate to think if they ever managed to get the stains out...
And how do you explain that to a potential buyer?... "This is the combined lounge dining, and that 's where the cat used to spit out his medication...", ha ha.
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