This is Sophie, diligently ignoring me, as I tell her she has to move, after she has jumped up in my office chair like she does every single time I get up for two seconds. We go through this same ritual a thousand times every day. I leave, she hops up, pretends to be sound asleep when I return and tell her she has to move, then I gently nudge her, and she whines pitifully as she evacuates, to which I reply: "I know, Sophs. It's a hard-knock life."
For the record, there is a four-level cat condo in my office, as well as a fleece-lined cat bed. But neither of those provide the lingering warmth of my ass, nor the opportunity to aggravate me.
As always, please feel welcome and encouraged to share pix of the fuzzy, feathered, or scaled members of your family in comments.