Maxwell sometimes likes to sit on the parking brake lever, between the front seats, when we’re driving someplace together, the comfiness of which I’m dubious.
He took the cake a couple of weeks ago; he decided to sit on the brake lever while we were sitting in a parking lot, and the lever was pulled up.
We did have John’s bike taking up the back of the car, so he didn’t have much choice – it was the brake, my lap, or the floor. (Should I be offended that he didn’t choose my lap?) Either way, he evidently found it agreeably restful, somehow, because he soon fell asleep.
Although I guess if you can balance, and bear the lever running up under your ribcage, the brake does make a nice headrest…