It's really not my fault that I can never get anything done! I've got one hand for coffee and one for the computer right? Not!
And it is supposedly a laptop-- I can sometimes perch it on the edge of my knees . . . otherwise it's kind of off to the side and I have to twist to reach it . . .
The good thing, I guess, is that when I'm actually trying to make something he usually can't stand all the moving around and leaves. Usually . . .
And despite appearences he's really not into guilt trips-- quite forgiving actually-- and he fortunately likes everyone else's lap too. When I annoy him too much he'll go find someplace more comfortable.
But that frequently results in someone more comfortable saying, "Sarah, why don't you pet your cat?" You can tell that he's really starved for attention, poor thing.