Sunday Salon: Unwanted Animals

The salon was once something other than the beautician, but a gathering of the finest to discuss issues if great import. Like why was there a big fat cat sleeping happily in the afternoon sunshine on my bed inside our camper when I walked by it the other day? All the doors were locked (answer: IĀ  had left the interior engine cover askew, and it jumped up from underneath). Fortunately, it hadn’t felt the need to mark it’s new favorite napping spot.

How about you? Any good car-related animal stories to share? Mitt Romney, are you out there?