I came home tonight after work expecting a peaceful evening. Wrong! My son tells me that when he came home he thought the lights were on in the garage. No, the lights were on my beast. I did not close the driverís window all the way. My daughterís stupid cat walked into my car and turned the lights on. Oh, joy. A dead battery is always fun.
Two observations: Any cat that molests your ride is better off as a "Sailcat"- one that's been run over 27 times by big trucks so that it's 3/4" thick and 2 feet around and will sail like a frizbee when thrown. (With apologies to my cats Mildred and Martha, the only pussies in my house ever, alas).
And second, this is SURELY off topic for sure, uh huh.