This is one that I got the original inspiration (research on manual transmissions aside) from observing a regular customer at one of the cafes that I like to sit and stroke the ol' goatee whilst gazing at a blank page in ye oldebook of sketches early in the morning, before crowds and unruly children arrive.
They, along with probably at least half of the other random folks driving around Fairbanks at any given time or place, always have a couple furry passengers who will sit and patiently await the return of their owners. If they only knew what goes on inside those little minds... (obviously written from the perspective of a rightfully suspicious cat owner).
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