When i was about 7 or 8, my dad had come home from work for his dinner. While he was in the house, a cat got on top of the front wheel of his van (for warmth?) and when he set off back to work, he didn't see it. The cat didn't wake when he switched the ignition on and i recall seeing the cat slide off, then under the wheel of the van. It then ran across the street, laid on it's back in the gutter and peed for absolutely ages before dying. Weird what we recall from childhood.