He gloried in the openness of being able to ride in the wind.  He could take his shirt off and slowly drive by admiring women.  He could feel testosterone surge through his system as he would defy death in taking  corners, with only an open top and a roll bar to protect him.  He could feel the healthful rays of the sun and the smiles of fate as he alone would try and defy the God of weather.

It was glorious, it was wonderful, and it was all that it was meant to be; youth, summer, sun, and a Jeep Wrangler.

I mentioned that he should take care, because cats like to get into open
cars.  With the top off, there really isn't any way to keep cats out. 

"No Problem dad" says my son.  I will cover my car with a sheet, and
then they won't be  able to get in.

"Duh".

Evidently, I didn't do all that good a job explaining Cat Psychology to my
son.  Cats don't think that way.  A sheet draped over an open vehicle is a green light to a cat.  It is more than just a challenge it is an open invitation to every an all felines to come and investigate..

At that time my son was working  for Armstrong Industries.  They produce ceiling and floor tiles.  It was shift work, and it paid well.  Part of Tim's plan was to work that year, and save as much money
as possible, so that he would be able to attend college in the fall.

Tim likes to stay up late.  He will often sacrifice sleep for a good time, and on occasion he will suffer for it.

Monday was one of those days.  Tim was late for the morning shift.  He ran out of bed, threw on a shirt and a pair of pants and ran for the outdoors.

"Hey Tim.  Aren't you going to have any breakfast?" his mother cries.

"No mom, I'm late." He replies.

He flies out the door, he rips the sheet off the car and vaults into the drivers seat… and is well down the road before most people can clear their throats to cough.

Well down the road, Tim feels the hum of the wranglers powerful V8 and watches the houses fly by.  He stops at a stop sign, and then notices that something is not just quite right.  Something feels wrong, very wrong.  The seat of his pants is starting to feel damp. 
In fact, it feels damper by the moment.  Not just his pants, but his underwear as well.   

"Oh my God!  CAT PEE!"

Tim is late for work.  He can't go home to change.  He has to go to work,
and endure the unpleasantness, the smell, and his co-workers for the entire duration of his shift.

That evening, he arrives home, verbalizing violence, and speaking
thoughts of feline murder. 

Felicide is not allowed says his mother.  "You have to be kind to animals. They are only doing what God programmed them to do."

"God didn't program them to pee in my car." says Tim.

"Yes they did." says his saintly mother.

"God the smell" says Tim.

"You can get rid of it." Says I in an attempt to bring cheer.  You can shampoo the seats, and there are some organic substances that you can buy that will neutralize cat pee ".

"Oh yeh?" Replies son. "Will they get rid of the smell?"

"You bet" I say.  You should be able to get rid of most the smell in just a few months."

" A few months?"

My son Tim hates cats, he didn't use to, but he now hates them.  Hates them with a passion.