My cat has a thing for cars

I am not a cat fan. However. I do like my cat. He's just a bit off. Perhaps like his feeder. Note that I did not say owner. There is only a little doubt about who owns what around my place. I do not own the cat. The cat does not own me. He does own at least one car, and seems convinced that the others are his as well. His food bowl is on top of his Ford Escort, he sleeps under my Metropolitan, and just today I discovered that he is not only fascinated by the trunk of my BMW, he also kinda digs the engine compartment. I, meanwhile, was attempting to change the oil. Its normally a simple enough job, but having a cat climb all over you and the engine itself adds a whole new level. Concerned with his safety and the potential smell of shorted out feline, I tried to remove him from the battery, only to discover the elegant stiletto like qualities of his claws. Chance being a very persistent cat, and I a rather complacent human, he remained in the engine compartment. I figured (a method learned from my grandfather) that he would learn soon enough the fun of completing an electrical circuit with his flesh. Luckily for the both of us, it never happened. After quite a while walking about on both the engine and myself as I worked on the car, he decided he had had enough and went about his business, content in the knowledge that he had proven something to someone, somewhere.

Also, he snuck (past tense of sneaked) into the house through two different windows, the first having just been closed against him. Not content with just the windows, he also ran through the front door on several occasions and started exploring the house. Getting somewhat used to this, I no longer keep butter where the cat can lick it.