When I walk into the sitting room, I often see Himself ensconced in the armchair by the fireplace with his feet up on a hassock and at least one if not both cats draped across his lap. Usually, Watson (top cat on the ranch) is either curled into the crook of his elbow or lolling crossways with paws and chin resting on Himself's forearm (always the right forearm), effectively preventing any action more complex than dabbing at the screen of the iPad.

This scene never fails to make me smile.