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OctoberEyes · 26-30, M
I once drove 20 miles with my neighbours cat in my engine. It wasn’t until I parked up at my destination that I heard a scratching in my bonnet. Suspecting a mechanical fault, I popped my bonnet, only to realise there was a cat in there. I was momentarily stumped, and had it not been for the distinctive blue collar with the name tag “Mable”, I’d have not recognised it as a cat I knew.
Luckily, it hadn’t been injured, and I managed to corral it into the front room of the friend I was visiting (with some effort).
I took Mable back home with me, and never said a word to my neighbour.
Luckily, it hadn’t been injured, and I managed to corral it into the front room of the friend I was visiting (with some effort).
I took Mable back home with me, and never said a word to my neighbour.