Regina loves to drive in the car, and she loves the kitty. He wasn't so crazy about the ride, and he handled her "love" patiently. She pulled at his fur, his lips, his ears, and even once grabbed his little paw and began chewing on it. Eww. But he didn't cry once, and didn't try to get away.
He did realize, however, that if he curled up around her feet, then he was relatively safe. He stayed there for the rest of the trip - a warm, fuzzy footrest.
My kitty. Mine. Gimme, gimme kitty.