That is what the Cute Engineer said the first time he plunked Torvald down across his stout thighs, perceiving that this was a kitty who had probably been shooed off furniture and had no frame of reference for lap sitting. It didn’t take long for Torvald to get the picture, fortunately.
I think he does like it.
He has an almost Mayan profile for a cat of putatively Norwegian origins (however many generations removed). I never tire of photographing him. I even forgive him for the barometer.