Well, maybe not roadside – more like “driveway” inspection. I arrived home from work and parked and shut down. I then picked up the phone and checked the text messages that had come in on the drive… I answered a few. Then I opened the door.
That is when I got told about my distracted arrival. First things first. Really! How dare I arrive and not immediately notice that the next door neighbour kitty (Sophie) had dashed to greet me! And she had to sit and wait… and wait… and… (she has things to do, she’s busy you know.)
I got out and apologized, she accepted graciously. I then asked her if she wanted to inspect.
She did. She leapt in efficiently examined the front seats, moved rapidly to the back, did a thorough check and then came out. All business. A cat has a schedule to keep.
A quick “ok, you’re good” and off she ran to the rest of her delayed beat.