Okay, before I tell this story, I want to say that no damage was done and my Grandma's cat lived to eighteen years. At the time of this story, Kimmy was a couple of years old. As I tell you this story some of you will remember a slightly different story in the movie Nation Lampoon's Vacation. Mainly we tell this story to illustrate how scatterbrained our Dad can be. OK, disclaimer over.
Kimmy was my Grandma's cat, and so on this camping trip, Kimmy went along with us. Grandma put Kimmy on a leash. We were packing the car, preparing to go. We jumped in the car and drove down the dirt road. As we went, people were waving and shouting at us. My dad, at the wheel, was commenting on how friendly these campers were here. My mom and grandma both yelled, "THE CAT!" Kimmy was still tied to the bumper of the car! Dad got out and gave a very dusty cat to Grandma. I never saw, before or since, the look that Grandma gave Dad! He really had to bow and scrape the rest of that vacation to make it up to Kimmy and Grandma.