Well, as most of you know already, my interior is completed and I am (was) very happy and excited about it. I have my car over at my dad's house, covered in his garage. I decided to go over with my 5 year old son because he loves to tinker with it and drive around here and there. I go inside, tell my dad that I am getting the car out, and then and there he tells me "well we need to talk, theres a problem". I am thinking, what the heck now, there is always something wrong.
suspense time.................................................
I do not listen, I go uncover the car, look around, all seems well. Then he tells me, his neighbors cat got in the car. I know you are all thinking it sprayed in it.
NO!!!!!! No cat spray.
Those seats that the first upholsterer did so well, dang cat thought they were a scratching post. Both inner seat back bolsters are scratched and clawed. I could feel the heat coming from my face, I thought my head was going to spin around a few times, then green stuff come flying out of my mouth.
I have calmed down by now, called the shop that did the wonderful job on the seats, he about flipped out as well. He asked me if the cat was dead. By the way, the cat is not dead, I held my composer well, quite a few not so nice words flew though.
Needless to say, seats are off to be redone, the good thing is, its only 3 pieces that have to be replaced. He has the same roll of material still, and he says he will take care of it. Thank goodness - it could have been worse.
Sorry for going on and on...
Jason
suspense time.................................................
I do not listen, I go uncover the car, look around, all seems well. Then he tells me, his neighbors cat got in the car. I know you are all thinking it sprayed in it.
NO!!!!!! No cat spray.
Those seats that the first upholsterer did so well, dang cat thought they were a scratching post. Both inner seat back bolsters are scratched and clawed. I could feel the heat coming from my face, I thought my head was going to spin around a few times, then green stuff come flying out of my mouth.
I have calmed down by now, called the shop that did the wonderful job on the seats, he about flipped out as well. He asked me if the cat was dead. By the way, the cat is not dead, I held my composer well, quite a few not so nice words flew though.
Needless to say, seats are off to be redone, the good thing is, its only 3 pieces that have to be replaced. He has the same roll of material still, and he says he will take care of it. Thank goodness - it could have been worse.
Sorry for going on and on...
Jason