To the Vet, by bike.

Suzy writes,

Yes, it's happened, I've turned into the neighbourhood crazy cat lady. I had
to take Mister in for some more blood tests. So I took him on the back of my
bike. I bungee-corded the little fat boy on (in his cage) and off we went!
He was way calmer at the vet than normal, and when we got home he played in
the yard and rubbed his face all over my bike. Maybe it was more the sheer
joy of coming out of this experience alive than the joy of biking.