When my mate Ken got to work the other day, he asked me come and see what I thought was making the "funny noise" under his bonnet. The poor little thing was petrified, and I can understand why. I get frightened by Ken's driving when I'm in the passenger seat, belted in, so I can't imagine what it was like in the engine bay for 20 miles. I'm racking my brains for some amusing cat/engine puns, but all I can come up with is something involving reverse paw-king or cat-alytic converters. Or perhaps "Batter-y" Cats Home. A few years ago one of the company vehicles had a snake in the engine compartment seeking warmth. It was a Windscreen Viper.