My financee was getting the carseat out of the back of my car the other night, and she must have left the back door open for some time before closing it. I wake up in the morning and before she left for work she goes 'I think RockStar was in your car last night, he ran out when I opened the door to get my bag.' I get out to my car later that morning and open the door and take a seat, and my butt gets a bit wet. Yes, I sat in cat piss. Fuming, I had to change my jeans and my new shirt I had only just ironed and once I was done mopping up the car piss off the leather seats and spraying deodoriser through the car I got back in and off I went. I backed out the drive and notice some marks inside the front window. He had rubbed his scent everywhere, so I drove back and newspapered the glass (can't stand a dirty windscreen). Then I'm driving along to get my and my little girl some Subway for lunch, and I look over at the area where the passenger airbag is and I notice a small hole the size of a cat's tooth. 'Fiddle dee dee.' I said, 'That must have been Rocky trying to bite his way out of my car .' Then when I got my daughter out of the car I noticed that he had made a rather large scratch on the inside of the passenger door where he must have slipped off the window sill he was balancing on... Godda love those cats huh... If he wasn't so cute in his tuxedo and white shoes I would have strangled him!