At last a topic closer to my heart.
A woman in Scotland drove 17 miles wondering what caused a smell of burning in her car. When she turned off the engine she heard a plaintive ‘Miaow’ and discovered that her pet cat Kenzie was beneath the bonnet.
Apart from a slightly singed rear end, Kenzie lives and can look forward to her/his next eight lives.
Read about Kenzie and other cat survivors at ttp://www.bbc.co.uk/news/uk-scotland-north-east-orkney-shetland-14931792. Those Brits really know how to treat a cat.
I’ve never hidden under a car’s bonnet (I have brains) but I did once take an unscheduled trip to the municipal rubbish dump when I fell asleep inside a cardboard box on the slave’s trailer. (I’d been hiding there so I could catch marauding mice but they were busy elsewhere so I nodded off and only woke when we arrived at the big concrete rubbish chute. Fortunately I was able to leap out of the box before it was thrown away. The he slave was suitably apologetic and held open the car door for me so I could travel home in ease and comfort while the she slave became hysterical which gave me great satisfaction.