Tale of the cat.
Yesterday after taking a cat to the vet, it went missing in the garage where the ICE car is kept. It was thought that the cat had climbed into the engine compartment or elsewhere in the car. So I jacked the car up, put it on jack stands and went under to look. It only took about fifteen minutes and the fumes from the undercarriage and engine made me nauseous. I used to work around cars all the time and it was a real surprise that I could no longer take it--or perhaps there's a difference between clean race cars and dirty commuter cars. Just another way that ICE cars are dangerous.
Oh, yes, the cat wasn't in the car.