Trump Fairfield - SOLD OUT.

Dads works in Stamford, Connecticut. The other week, there was all kinds of fanfare because Trump himself was across the street from Dads' work to cut some ribbon for Trump Stamford. Dads didn't get to see da Trump but we got Dads a pink Trump tie for Dad's day so it's like he has a piece of him. Anyhow. Dads and I got to talking and we thought that there was demand right here in Fairfield, right here in our house, for a Trump building. So, Dads picked out some property (the bottom of the stairs) and hired a crew (himself) and bought materials (wood and a power saw and a drill that actually works from Home Depot). Then he did stuff in a cloud of sawdust and wolla - there was Trump Fairfield. I did a cursory sniff, approved the "model" and Moms and Dads painted it in the garage. Trump Fairfield was officially opened today. There's one unit and it's mine. Dads mumbled something about about "sharing" but I didn't really listen.

My legal council (Moms) said that I need to be clear that Trump Fairfield is not endorsed by Mister Trump nor does he even know or care about it. But if he saw it, he'd realize how wicked cool Trump Fairfield really is. It holds my (and Archie's) basket of sparkle balls, my wiggle worms, my stuffed hamster and my hairbrushes. It also holds me.

My fan mail should now be sent to: Jonathan Dangerous "JDamn!" McLaughlin, Trump Fairfield, Fairfield, Connect-ee-cut. The phone line is private; no calls please.

Purrs & sniffs,

JDamn