Whilst I was away at the gym and half an hour before I was due to come home, bloke heard the garage door open. He wondered why I was home so early, and went out to the garage to greet me.
Lo and behold, the cat was in the car, operating the garage remote with a guilty look on his face.
He is getting naughtier with age. Yesterday (having forgotten his near miss last year), he tried to race through the garage as the door was closing. I have to constantly wait for the door to close with remote in hand in case he tries it again.