I dropped Germ off outside of my car, about 20 feet from the apartment. He sat there puking for a little while... and I actually started to feel BAD for him. I tried to lure him back into the car, but he would have nothing to do with it. I guess he learned his lesson - cats are not supposed to like car rides. I assumed he'd be back in the morning to beg for some food, so I drove off. I haven't seen him since. My only plausible explanation is that someone found a wet dirty cat, barfing on the side of the road, and thought..."AWWW, HOW CUTE, LET'S TAKE HIM HOME." Those bastards stole my cat, and if you are reading this, I WANT HIM BACK.