I used to have a cat that liked o ride on my shoulder. I made her a short leash to keep her from getting hurt if she fell off, but it was never really needed. She knew when I was going to work and didn't do anything then but, any other time I was getting on the bike, there she was begging to go.
She only complained twice. On her first ride on the street, she started yowling in my ear when we came to a stop sign because she thought the ride was over. The other time, we were a block from home when she started yowling. When we parked, she took off to the catbox as fast as she could run.


Let's hope there's intelligent life somewhere in space 'cause it's buggar all down here. -- Monte Python