In Greenwood, Seattle there is an unlocked car on a quiet street. The assumption is that the owner, whoever that may be, has just popped out for a bit, and will be back any time. As weeks go by, the car is painted with summer dust. The residents think, oh, whoever owns that unlocked car, and is about to come back, wouldn’t want it to be dirty! So they take it in turns to wash it. The children buff the hubcaps. A cat sits in the car to keep its heart warm while the owner is away, atop a blanket, of course, lest any stray hairs fall upon the upholstery.