With my cat, all routes pass through my lap. She will walk 20 ft out of her way to walk across me, sometimes returning to the very spot in which she started. If I’m asleep, she will jump on the bed, walk the full length of my body, leap off, and trot to the bathroom sink to get a drink out of the tap. I am a feline thoroughfare.
It would seem that in the realm of feline philosophy, it really indeed is all about the journey.