After Snakes on a Plane, it's time for Cats on a Car

Well, one cat. And it is likely to prompt the car's owner to start swearing. Our much-missed children in fur, Plato and Aristotle, loved lazing louchely on our family car, soaking up the residual heat from the engine as they sprawled across the bonnet. And leaving little muddy paw prints on it. And the occasional scratch in the paintwork. So when I say much-missed, I mean that I miss them, not the owner of the car in question . . .