We had a rainy weekend last weekend and I didn't leave my apartment on Saturday even once. On Sunday I got out just long enough for my hair appointment. When I got to my car, I noticed right away that the messed up window was all the way down. Sometimes that happens when it gets wet or cold; it loses traction and falls. But then, when I opened the door to get in, there were cat hairs on the driver's seat! I got back out, looked at the roof and saw a bunch of muddy kitty prints on the roof. Some smart cat figured out how to open the back seat window wider and take shelter IN MY CAR.
My reaction was equal parts being irritated with myself and being amused. I would have loved to watch how exactly the cat figured out getting into the car. So, with that on my mind, I headed out for my haircut. During our chit chat time, I told my friend/hairdresser Kendall about my cat visitor and how I thought it was kinda funny. The conversation went a little like this:
Me: I had a cat stay in my car last night. It figured out how to open up the messed up window and get inside. I had cute little kitty paw prints all over the roof. Isn't that funny?
Kendall: It's funny until they have kittens in your car.
So, yeah. Going to have to get that window fixed. I'm already 40 and single, the last thing I need is a bunch of cats to complete the stereotype.