I have cats in various colors. And a dog who manages to shed an astonishing amount for a short-haired dog, and who does not match any of the cats. Even the puke isn’t always the same color; depends on what the particular creature has been eating.
It would be a pretty hard matching job to pull off.
Paisley?
I used to live in Las Vegas before the days of the big high-dollar corporate palaces of today. A careful look at the carpets in the older casinos showed no end of “interesting” stains. And the “interesting” patterns that hid all but the worst of them.
Casino carpet! That’s what pet (or toddler) owners need. 
I’ve long thought that I just need to dress in and decorate with tweed. I have many multiples of shedding animals in a variety of colors, and a houseful of potential pukers.
So true! I’ve often thought that I need a Navy blue cat, as I have so many Navy blue clothes…
Just catching up with this thread since, as a 73-year old at Burning Man, I missed it’s main run and it only popped up on my radar yesterday.
The reddest county in the 2020 election is Roberts County, Texas.
In recent years, Roberts County has become almost unanimously Republican. In 2008, 92% of voters voted for Republican John McCain versus only 7.92% for Democrat Barack Obama, making it one of the most Republican counties in the United States.[15] In the 2016 presidential election, Republican Donald Trump received 94.58% of the vote,[16] the largest margin in a county for a Republican in the U.S. that election.[17][18][19] Roberts was again Trump’s strongest county in 2020, and he won it by an even stronger margin: 96.2%.
IIRC it was 17 votes for Biden vs. 420-something for Trump.
Living in Arizona, in a city that until recently had reasonable property prices we have a lot of retired people here in their 55+ enclaves. Driving around, we see they have signs by the front gate telling what evening they have bingo. Every day but Sunday had been covered. I’ve told DesertRoomie, “If I ever think it’s a fun time sitting in a bingo hall with a dauber in my hand, just shoot me.”
We’ve had a grey tabby, a white/black/brown mix, and a big orange cat. For all these cats (not all at the same time) the “medium beige hairball” colored carpet has been fine. To be honest, it’s surprised me too.
Edit to add: I’m talking about hairballs.
With the current carpet we’ve never had any cats that puked often enough for it to matter.
The carpets in casinos are specifically chosen to keep your eyes off of the floor and up at counter height where all the action – table or machine games – is.
I’m bumping this thread, because in another thread, @ThelmaLou promised to give us a post-Holiday Season update regarding things. For those who might worry, she promised it was pleasant, and far better than we would have hoped, but since she’s so busy living life, we haven’t gotten the update.
So come give us a happy PS to the story please!
I was just thinking about ThelmaLou and wondering how things are going! So I’m chiming in to say if you have the time, I’d love to hear it!
Wow, I did say that, didn’t I?
Things are still fabulous, but I’ll post a longer update tomorrow. Thanks for keeping me in line. 
Looking forward to it!
Yaay @ThelmaLou!!! Happy to hear your latest now that we’re past the festive holiday season and into the doldrums of winter. If your place and situation is still fun, you almost certainly have a winner!!
Update on The Home: I’ve been here 5 months now and I still absolutely love it. I love it more than I thought I would. It has turned out to be much better than I could have imagined. I still love the community, the food, the setting, the neighborhood, the management staff, the activities, in short, everything about it.
But the thing that has kicked it into a level that I did not imagine is the friendship I have developed with my neighbor across the hall, “Mary Lou.” We are truly soulmates. She is also a widow. (As is just about everyone here.) But she and I are so congruent on so many topics and have the same sense of humor, the same wacky outlook on life. We both love our techie toys. We just click. We laugh all the time but can talk about deep subjects, too. We’re like Lucy and Ethel, or Mary and Rhoda. Mary Lou is smart, open-hearted, and kind–she is a star around here.
One of the things that’s hardest about living alone is not having anyone to share mundane daily events with. What the dog did, the thing you saw online. Even the beautiful sunset. Mary Lou and I are back and forth in each other’s apartments or in touch by text throughout the day. It’s all the positives of having a roommate and none of the negatives. In my 20s I had a girlfriend like this–we were on the phone a zillion times a day. But it’s been decades since I had a close girlfriend to pal around with.
And she’s like me in that when she gets her fill of community, she just wants to retreat into her apartment and be alone with her dog. And that’s fine with me, and actually fine with everybody here. No one pressures you to participate in things. It’s an easy place to live.
I’ll add a bit more later. I’m at the car dealer and posting from my kindle.
That’s all fine and good, but this is the Dope - how are the cats doing?
My thought exactly, but it makes me happy that everything is going well.
The cats must be doing well, or ThelmaLou wouldn’t be so happy.
(But I still want details!)
And congratulations, ThelmaLou, on having found both what’s clearly a really good place for you, and also a really good friend. Say hi to “Mary Lou” for us!
That sounds so great! And it makes me wistful, remembering some friends I had in my teens.
Damn! What was I thinking?? 
Here is an album with 8 pictures.
They seem to have adjusted fine. I’ve got a kitchen, bathroom, and three additional rooms (~850 sq ft) so it’s not like we’re in a shoebox. They have room to chase each other and also to hide out if they want to. I don’t know if they miss the outside (or even remember it), but → I ← don’t miss wondering where they are and if they’re okay.
The lump on the sofa is Tikva, who loves to burrow. I had the radiator (4th pic) at the house and really don’t need it here, but for a few days it was in the 20s so I turned it on. Tikva the Heat-Seeking Feline cozied up to it like she used to at the house. I call the picture of both of them on the bed “Detente” – because that kind of cease-fire is rare. I miss having cats that liked each other.
In summary, we’re all doing GREAT!!
If you want to know details, by all means, ask me. The support I got from y’all during The Move was so helpful and meaningful. That was a horrendous event and the posts in this thread really helped me get through it.
We have new people moving in all the time and when I go in their apartments and smell the cardboard boxes-- 
I want to run screaming from the room. Everybody here had to downsize A LOT. Some of them from a 3,500+ sq ft house to 1,000 sq ft or even less. Once you DO it, you feel better, much lighter (even while you’re grieving the loss of some treasured possessions). But the process-- yikes! Like removing your own appendix through your nose.
TTFN! 
But post-moving and post-holidays is practically the High Holy Days of Catdom! Night unlimited boxes of all sizes and shapes! Cattermass as it were.
Anyway, thanks for the happy Postscript, and glad that despite all the wrenching reasons for it to happen, it seems to have brough more pros than cons.
May all of our trials (of Dopers, not others!) end on such a note.
I’m so glad the cats are doing well. They look very happy in those pictures!
My dad will be moving into a senior coop when they finish building it, and extra storage space is such a huge deal there. Each apartment has several large closets plus a laundry room, there are additional storage closets you can rent, and you can add storage cabinets to your parking space.
So much of the stuff there is like they took a focus group to find out why people don’t want to move from their house to an apartment, and created “solutions.” People love their stuff.
