Never had a car before. Stephen has been remarkably tolerant of youngest DC and his rather overpowering love for all animals. In fact he seems to have returned the love and DC2 is now his favourite human although he does now seem to have set up a rota system of which bed he'll sleep on overnight after oldest DC started complaining it was unfair that he never got a turn. Quite spooky actually, it was genuinely like he'd heard the complaints and taken the comments on board, he suddenly started taking turns between the two beds which is remarkable considering his considerable lack of brain power.
Never used to hunt live things. Would demonstrate all his stalking and batting skills on dropped pieces of broccoli which he was excellent at, truly a master at his craft. Every piece of broccoli in the land should fear him but other vegetables were totally safe.
Recently however, although I'm not convinced he's actually hunting (I think he's too stupid for that) he has been bringing pieces of animal back into the house. He has beef with precisely one other cat in the neighbourhood and I wonder if he's started stealing this cat's trophies just to piss him off. It's pissing me off certainly to have to clean up a portion of mouse thigh and tail of a morning, having enjoyed two blissful animal parts free years. He's so proud though when he comes trotting back to the house with grim things in his mouth and I'm reminded that cats are supposed to do this because they view us as giant bald kittens that they need to provide for and that makes me laugh 
He gets trapped in the toilet once a week. Our house is a bit old fashioned in that the toilet is separate from the rest of the bathroom and tiny. He doesn't follow people in and then get trapped because they don't notice, he walks his fine self in, bashes the door closed and then can't get out. Then is trapped until someone hears his mournful cries. Checking the toilet is now my final step before leaving the house. Tried getting a doorstop to wedge the door open, he winkles it free. Utter tit.
Finally he is obsessed with the cupboard under the sink. He's worked out how to pull it open but doesn't go in (unlike the damn toilet), just stands on his hind legs with the door handle hooked in one of his front paws, leaning on the side of the sink with the other, just peering in at all the cleaning bottles and bin liners like he's gazing at the fridge. There's no food stored in there, he doesn't use litter, absolutely no idea of the appeal but he is fascinated.
In all honesty I got a cat because we couldn't have a dog and I was expecting it to be a bit of a poor substitute, but he's bloody entertaining the furry little idiot!