I love the car. Car rides mean I get to go places. Visit people. People give me treats and cookies. When it was just me, I always rode in mommy's lap. She whined a little but anytime she put me in my carrier, I would furiously scratch until she let me out. This was all good until Lincoln came along. He doesn't fit in my pink carrier and he hates to be alone. So now we fight to both sit in mommy's lap. Together....
Mommy keeps worrying that all this "sharing" is going to cause a wreck. I don't know anything about wrecks, but I might flat out refuse if she makes me ride a car seat.
Notice, I still get the prime spot of looking out the window. If I don't sit in a lap, I can't reach to see outside. It's really a simple concept of why I should be the one allowed to sit in the lap.