The cat and the car.

Last night our cat did not come home.
Shaking the cat biscuits by the kitchen door ususally does the trick, but there was no sign of him.
Around midnight I remembered he had been sneaking round the car as I checked the oil earlier.
I went to the car and there he was asleep on the back seat.

I should have left him there.

This morning we found a window in the car smashed and the stereo gone.
Imagine if the cat had been in the car, wouldn't a hissing furball with claws have freaked the burglar?