I inherited Grandma's rug.
I inherited because I worked it.
An unfinished project of hers.
1975?
Mam inherited it first.
Then me.

I was never a fan.
But all that pulling and tying and cutting.
The pattern would not be my choice 
It was the cat's choice this morning.
She threw up right on the pattern.
I didn't see it.
My bare feet found it.

All washed now.

Another clause on my getting older policy.
No more cats.