Hi furriends, Princeton here. Today I showed Daddy how to fix a recliner. First, I made a face.
Then I showed Daddy exactly where I thought the problem was. Mommy turned the chair fur me.
I handed Daddy the flashlight. I knew he would need it. It's dark under that chair. I should know.
I peeped through the back to make sure he was doing a good job. He was. (see Chi-Chi's feet?)
There was a loud "pop" and Daddy said an HBO word. I was shocked to hear both these things!
I will put my speshul smell on it. That might help. It already has lots of my speshul furs. MOL!
Well kittehz, even wif all my expert assistance, the recliner is not fixed. It will go to the furniture doctor. ::shudder:: All that's left fur me to do is haf an easy Caturday. Hope effurybody is doin the same. Purrs, ya'll.
