Last night the Dog-Father drove me to my Camry, which had been strategically parked for over a week.
A-L: Please don't drive away. I'm not entirely confident it will start.
The Camry starts up, and sounds a bit, er, groggy.
A-L: Sounds good, huh?
D-F: Yes, perfect. Purring like a kitten.
A-L: A kitten that's been drinking whisky.
Kitty: A glass of Laphroaig for me, please.