So, while dropping my partner at the doctor the other day (routine stuff, nothing to worry about), this happened: A cat took a liking to my car. She sat there from the time we left the car until we came back. She had to be picked up and removed, taking care that she didn't run underneath or in front. Pictures snapped by the missus, who thought this was adorable. The weird part is that this isn't the first time this has happened. Rewind to July 2014, I was playing a gig at a former church in Brixham. I'd driven everyone there in my previous Accord which had to be parked some way away (which made carrying the hefty amps and other equipment literally back breaking) due to the venue being right on a main road. After finishing the gig, I was left to load all the equipment back into the car while everyone else went for drinks since I was the designated driver. Upon getting to the car, I noticed a cat hovering around. Thinking nothing of it, I gave him a petting and proceeded to load up. With the boot full, I went to open the driver's door and the furry little bugger hopped in and made himself at home. Heartbroken that I couldn't take him home (I'm a huge softie when it comes to animals), I removed him and went to pick up my drunken bandmates.