yeah the cat was just freaked out and ran, smart cat..
it looks like he has something in his hand, if it was a cup then I think he was looking for a spigot.. mebe needed to clean his hands off after dicking around under the hood.. if you get gas or break fluid on your hands you dont want to touch anything inside your car with em, let alone your steering wheel.
ppl do odd things, and having car troubles when your in a hurry just throws your mental thought process off track, this seems innocent to me..
When my wife was pregnant she picked me up from the light rail station one evening after work, she told me a suspicious vehicle just freaked her out parking infront of the house, leaving and coming back several times and behaving oddly.. she said it left before she came to get me and asked I keep an eye out for a beat up old red MK3 Jetta..
as we pull up to our house, low and behold a old beatup red mk3 jetta is parked out front with blistered window tint and 2 unidentifiable passengers inside.. My fight or flight instinct is to fight so I walk right up to the car and it pulls off and goes up the street and parks a few houses down, i keep following the car on foot and it does it again.. then I turn arround, bolt for the jeep.. tell my wife to go inside and lock the door and I blitz out of the neighborhood taking an alternate route I knew I could cut em off..
I get up to the main street where I thought they should be, and I see them again parked infront of someone's house.. this time at the end of a driveway, and timing was just bad enough for them that the owner had just came up from the opposite direction and wanted in there driveway... when they pulled away I launched the jeep sideways infront of them and up onto the sidewalk, jumped out the doorless side... looked into the front window to see a tweenage girl not 100lbs sopping wet, eyes bright as fuck, white knuckles wrapped around the wheel with a middle aged man in the passenger seat.
I walk up to the passenger side, he rolls the window down and I firmly ask: what the hell is your business here? your behaving extremely suspicious!
The guy apologized, and then explained to me that this was his daughter, this was her first car, and he was teaching her how to drive a manual... our neighborhood is full of nice hills and he thought it was naturally a great place to practice the nuances of using a clutch... well now dont I feel like an ass.
We laughed it off and I blamed my wife's hormones for getting the better of the both of us.. and we went on our separate ways.
Moral of the story: Dont smoke durbans, they get you all noided out..
