When I'm at my craft desk of an evening, working away, I often become aware of a furry presence appearing quietly by my side. He waits patiently until I can ignore him no longer and then I allow him to jump (sometimes I have to help him, he's fifteen!) onto my lap, whereupon I must then reach round his bulk to type at my keyboard (the resulting typos are a wee bot anniying!) and any attempts at continuing with my crafting projects are a forlorn hope!
But when he's this cute who can refuse him?!