As I drove our Niobe cat home from the vet this morning, she apparently decided the view from the cat carrier was inadequate. Of course, she chose her moment perfectly as I was on a particularly tricky section of freeway and was thus powerless to prevent her unzipping the top of her soft-sided carrying bag and making her way to the passenger seat.
Ah-ha, I thought, at least I don't have to worry about her getting down into the footwell and interfering with my feet on the pedals -- I've got hand controls.
She must have been reading my thoughts because the next thing I knew she was in my footwell figuring out the best way to get up on my lap. She found it, and a moment later, just as I turned into our street, she discovered her ultimate target -- my arm.
Realizing, of course, that the only truly consequential thing in the car that needed messing with was my left arm, she proceeded to first cling and then climb on to my sleeve. By the time I steered us into the driveway, she managed to get enough of her weight on the control wand to apply the brake just as we reached the garage door.
Her timing was flawless but her knowledge of the rules of the road is lacking. Next time, I think, I'll do all the driving.