I met a man at a laundromat in Mystic, CT, dressed in full black leathers with a mean Harley parked out front and a very dainty, beautiful Siamese in its own black leather vest perched on his shoulder. They toured the US that way, with the cat riding on a special pillion in front of the guy. They were both pretty kewl *cats.*

Wehn drove from CT to WY, whilst moving, we had seven cats, one dog, six birds and a turtle with us. Most of the cats rode in their carriers, but one of them loved sitting in my lap watching the world go by, even when we were boxed in by huge semis going around Chicago. She was a neat cat.