Many years ago, I had a cat that would beg to ride. She was a cute little thing, all black except for a white triangle 'bikini bottom' between her hind legs.
She used to climb up and ride around the house on my shoulder and every time I went out on the bike, she would sit by the door meowing to go. So, one time I zipped her up in my jacket with her face showing and took her for a ride down the driveway. As soon as she figured out my hands were busy, she scrambled out and up on my shoulder with as close to a big smile as a cat can manage.
Next day I got her a collar and a leash. The leash was shortened enough to keep her safe if she fell off (she never did) and we started taking rides. She only complained twice. First real ride, we came to a stopsign and she started crying because she though that stopping meant the ride was over. Another time, she started yowing in my ear on the way home. As soon as we stopped at the house and she was unhooked, she jumped down and ran to the catbox.
