The whole debate turned out to be moot because Nate decided to buy me a hide rug (which I've long longed for) for my birthday.
It's funny, in a way. Just when I finally abandoned the idea of having a hide rug (after years and years of wanting one, but hesitating because of the price, the ethics of it, and my resistance to all thing trendy AND "on trend"), AFTER all that, a hide came into my life.
I really, REALLY like it. Makes me feel a little guilty, actually.
Here it is on a typically untidy weekend morning at my apartment: