On one of my walks this week I had to stop and see who was driving this car parked in front of a house. No, it was not the cat and the car was not running. The window was rolled down. The cat turned to look at me and seemed to pose as I took my phone from my pocket to take this photo. It just calmly looked at me as I continued on my way. When I came back that way it was gone – the cat, not the car.
Cool cat! I wonder where he wanted to go?
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