Do they know what’s wrong with the purple car? The place I take the truck to is closed weekends, but it’s the only place I trust. And tomorrow is booked for them.
It started getting light outside and Sparkle came to my side of the bed, on the floor, sat and meowed at me, like, “It’s time to wake up and feed my starving self!” She is a funny cat, but my sinuses go nuts if she gets too close, so I take a lot of Benedryl.
The car is getting a new starter.