To my good fortune he can't drive a manual transmission.
To the cats defense, it was not trying to steal the car, but protect it from invading hordes that might have gotten in through the open window looking to make a home in the seat insulation or under the dash ;D
Steal it or leave you a "Present"? ;D
It must be something with red cats. Mine, Morris, found his way into my Pantera with it's brand new leather interior. He decided to mark it by shredding the leather. Nice cat.
One summer evening he decided to climb into the backseat of my wife's car. She had left the windows open. When she realized that at around midnight, rushed out to close them because of the imminent threat of rain.
The next day it was one of those 100 degree days and we couldn't find the cat. Well I discovered him about 5pm. He was still alive but barely. Not one of my favorite days.
He disappeared sometime after. We figure that he climbed into the backseat of someone else's car and wound up in New Jersey. Never saw him again.
Morris was his name. Just like the red cat in the Friskies commercials and ads.
Would have been a real problem had your cat been pulled over as he would have been driving without a license since I do not believe cats are issued licenses anywhere. Not had it been a dog in your Shelby, they may have had less chance of being cited. ::)
Well, in "SOME " states that have lost touch with reality you can be anything you want. Fluid gender, a cat, a dog, even a leprechan I would venture to guess.
As for "Trumpy", Yup, orange hair and showed up on my porch election night. Some human piece of excrement threw him out the window.
He has been one of the best animals I have ever had. My cats are never like any stereotypical type. They are very interactive. He even lays under the car on the pads I do when I am changing oil, or doing other things. He really doesn't want to leave my side. When I had open heart surgery he was used to laying on my chest with his head under my neck. I had to break him of that for a while. 12lb on a healing sternum is painful.
They hate when I am gone when I am flying 3-4 days at a time.
Quote from: 1967 eight barrel on March 02, 2019, 09:52:39 PM
Well, in "SOME " states that have lost touch with reality you can be anything you want. Fluid gender, a cat, a dog, even a leprechan I would venture to guess.
Today I "feel" like a clogged fuel injector therefore I am.