So I leave my friends house one morning, hop in drive down the motorway at 120 kms, for 15 miles, then take a few technical backroads, stop in Malahide for an hour on a job. Get back in drive a few more miles, sorry kms, and stop the car for 2 hours.
Come back out of gaff and something tells me to lift the bonnet so I do and little black cat looks at me in my engine bay and runs off.
I go 'sh!te' as that's the neighbours cat from 25 miles away!---what do you do ?
Being a bit of an animal lover I had to go and tell them and of course they are away for weekend. Leave a note in their door, 'errrrgh it's about your cat............'
Make a long story short, they eventually find their cat unharmed 4 days later. 9 bloody lives but it aged me.