I opened the garage door this morning and heard LOUD crying coming from John's truck.
It only took a few minutes to convince him to come out, and he came right to me.
Not sure how he got up into the underneath of the truck, but why are we so lucky to keep getting visits from other people's cats?
He's had some food, a drink, some play time, and now a nap. The five furry children who already live here did NOT approve of him!