The ladee wuz doin her mornin thing--drinkin koffee, reedin her emale and chekin owt uther blogs wen a big krash caym frum her bedrume.
She caym raysin in onlee to find that her anteek writin desk had falld ovur noking ovur her anteek chair and the music masheen that wuz on top of the desk. Anteek must meen not in such gud shayp cuz the desk legs caym off. The ladee wuz yellin mad, but we wuz hydin. Neethur wun of us is gunna tell her hooz fawlt it wuz, but she duz noe I like to sit on top of that desk an look owt the windoe. We hurd her frum owr hydee place in the uther bedrume sayin "Oh yoo catz!!". Then she got sum stickee stuff an put the legs of the desk bak toogethur. So maybee we wont git in too much trubul if the desk is all fickst now.
I wundur whut uther trubul we can git into today?