Almost every time I sit down, Hobbes gets up in my lap.
My kids think it's unfair that he "loves you more than he loves any of us".
I believe it's because I have the largest lap with the most padding.
They say that having pets close by causes lower blood pressure numbers and eases stress. At this point, by blood pressure should be so low I should be dead. Either that, or I should be an oober relaxed heap of a human.
There's a saying that goes, "Dogs have masters, cats have staff". Unfortunately, it seems to be true. There's something about a cat in my lap that makes it unthinkable for me to wake him and put him down. Instead, I sit like a stone (so as to not disturb him) and wait for him to wake. If I happen to touch him, he begins purring like I'm his very best friend in the world. Such positive reinforcement makes dumping him on the floor even more impossible.
So, here I sit. As we speak. I have a cat on my lap. Maybe I'll get to get up and eat some breakfast sometime before lunch. Maybe not.