me likey dat: sheepskin rug

It's uncanny, how tiny chumley always manages to find the cushiest seat in the house and make it his. A down throw, carelessly left on the floor by my desk? Rest assured Baxter will be there, nestled in the center of it, while I am typing away. In the family room watching tv? Expect to find a toasty rounded wiener under cover of purple blankie, on the center seat of our sofa. And yes, at night, smack dab in the middle of our bed, sometimes with head peeking out and resting on one of our pillows, lies our comfort seeking little red prince.

When all these options aren't available to him, and when the sun hasn't lured him away from keeping me company, I often find Baxter here, on his kitty perch, nestled deeply in his perfectly sized IKEA sheepskin rug. I had no idea, really, how well Baxter would take to my purchase when I bought it over a year ago. Would his eyes turn into giant moon sized discs when presented with his new rug, awed and amazed as he stood before what he might consider his to be biggest toyfriend ever, and would he then immediately commence shredding operations? Or worse yet, would he just not care about it at all, not realize how warm it could keep him when old man winter came knocking at our door as he so often did this past season?

Baxter, of course, took to the rug like it was his own furry stepmom, taking comfort in it while he waited for his humans to do something more interesting, or at least til a squirrel came wandering by. And occasional brush, a shake and a fluff, and his sheepskin rug is as wonderful as the day he bonded with it.

Even now, with temps reaching into the 90s and telling me it is time to exchange our down blankies for summery cotton quilts and bring down the fans from the attic, I find the litle kielbasa enjoying his rug same as the days when winter was upon us and the world was a much less greener place. One less thing to put away for summer, one more reason why Baxter is happy to call our place home.