This week’s photo prompt is provided by Enisa
This was his playground.
The big wheel had been such fun, he could dangle, swing in between the spokes, balance on the outside and cling onto the underside (hopefully the claw marks wouldn’t show too much). He preened himself from all angles in the mirror, determining which was his good side, then when he got chilled, scratched at the seat fabric to nest contentedly in the fibres.
Dark now, the keys rattled in the lock and he bolted underneath the seat.
It sank above him, missing his head by centimetres.
The radio clicked on, the key turned in the ignition and the engine purred.
‘Hello Mum’ he thought drowsily as he curled up and went to sleep.