I went to see a mate this afternoon and, since it was sunny, I left the car windows down.
Sock and I returned to the car about 2 hours later and I opened the front passenger door and let her jump into the back, as per usual.
KAPOW!!! A dark object bounded and rebounded from dash to back. It was just like a pinball machine, with much hysterical barking from the dog. When my senses recovered somewhat I managed to open the driver's door. A very fluffy and freaked out cat streaked out of the door and over the fence.
Last time he takes a nap on the back seat of a stranger's car.
Beadle has had 9 puppies, and been speyed. She is a lovely faithful dog and I'm pleased for her that she got to have a last litter, because she does thrive on motherhood.
Forte (Deb's sister's dog, and the father of the pups) was killed by a speeding driver today. The guy ripped down a hill so close to the edge of the road that he hit the dog and killed it instantly. When he stopped (finally) he invented a truck coming the other way that meant "there was nowhere to go, man."