Cats.

Based on the impressive amount of critter footprints that are left on my filthy car each morning, it's obvious that my car has become the feral cat equivalent to whatever really awesome club everyone who's anyone in Los Angeles goes to. I'm pretty sure that if I were to check up on my parking spot at 3AM I'd see about fifty cats and maybe a raccoon or two just chilling on my Civic.

I wish I had either the time to actually do this or the ability to set up a sweet surveillance system so that I could get the hilarious picture that I'm assuming I'd find without actually having to go outside at 3 AM.