boing...

Boing...  Boing...  BOING...

Hmmm...  That's not quite right.  But if I tinker with this here...  And I tinker a little with that there...

BOINNNGGGGG.....

Well the springs are boingin'.  But they're only boingin' up and down.  So far, I'm not havin' any luck in getting 'em to boing forward, at all.  MOUSES!

Oh hello there, my friends.  You happened to catch me rippin' apart....

Uhhh....

You happened to catch me diggin' into...

Ummm....

On the other paw, you happened to catch me doin' nothin' at all.  Nope, there's nothin' of interest here.  MOUSES!

Okay, so I was doin' a little tinkerin' with the springs from the family room chesterfield.  You did catch me doin' that.

But I ask you, what's a little tinkerin' among friends?

Oh-oh.  Excuse me.

What's that, Peepers?

Uh, nothin'...

No Peepers!  There's no need for you to come into the family room.  I'm just talkin' to myself, is all. Just talkin' to myself, lullin' myself to sleep.

Yeah, that's it.

Yes Peepers, I'm just gettin' ready to have a little nap here.  Nothin' to worry your pretty little head over.  I'll call you if I need you.  Okay?  And until I do - call you, I mean - don't bother coming into the family room.  There's no need for you to come into the family room at all.

I said, DON'T COME INTO THE FAMILY ROOM!  At least not yet.

Peepers, don't you know it's rude to interrupt cats when they're talkin'?  Even when they're talkin' to themselves?  MOUSES!

Whew!  That was a close one, for sure.  For a minute there, I thought the peep was gonna come in here and find this mess I made with the family room chesterfield.

But I ask you, what's a little mess among friends?

And who knew chesterfields contained THIS MUCH stuffin'?  I know I didn't.  Did you? MOUSES!

No, it wasn't the stuffin' I was after.  I was lookin' for the springs.  I found 'em, too

Pardon me?  Why was I after the chesterfield springs, you ask?

Well...

Well it's that time of year, you see.  That time of year when the clocks are moved forward on account of Daylight Savings Time.  And you know what they say, right?  They say, time springs forward.  Springs forward.  Springs forward.  You're seein' the pattern here?  The pattern with those springs?

But the problem with all this springy stuff is, after losin' an hour of sleep last night, I'm not feelin' very springy.  Nope, I'm not feelin' springy at all.

So I got to thinkin', what if I could find me some actual springs, and use 'em to add a little spring to my step.  You know, to make me all springy, even after that lost hour of sleep.

But the other problem is, these here springs - the springs I happened to find in this here chesterfield - appear to be defective.  Yup, they appear to be defective, for sure.  Try as I might, I can only get 'em to work up and down.  So far, there has been no forward springy movement, at all.

And by the way, when usin' springs on the bottoms of your paws, to add a spring to your step, do not use 'em in areas with low-hangin' ceilings.

Just sayin'...

But I will add this:  THANK GOODNESS for that pile of chesterfield stuffin'.  Who knew it could make for such a comfy landing.

Again, just sayin'...

Anyway, I think what I need are some non-defective springs, 'cause these ones that used to be inside the family room chesterfield are apparently not up to spec.

Hmmm...

Anyone know if chairs have springs, too?

Just askin'...

MOUSES!