If she had her voice, it wouldn't take long for her to disabuse him of some of those notions.

He really is all elbows and knees, isn't he? Fortunately, he's also so titchy that there's not a lot of force behind any of the unintentional blows he's dealing out, and her fur does a decent job of cushioning her. It's the tugging that's the most bothersome, but it really can't be helped, so she doesn't hold it against him. She'd rather have him tugging her fur and staying on her back than being unseated immediately because he's trying too hard to be gentle.

Once he seems to have settled himself as well as he can, she rises and slinks around the mailbox, following the curb up the street until she can slip between the front of the parked truck and the back of the minivan. She pauses there for a moment, waiting for the light to change. Once there's a large enough gap in traffic that she can make it across without bolting, she does, trying to keep her gait as smooth as possible until she reaches the grassy verge in the middle of Park Avenue. She pauses again beside a little shrub and lets out another soft chirp. All right up there?