Sometimes, when Andrew is at work we do this:
Today, we did it sometime after breakfast and after I loaded the dishwasher and started tossing the laundry I washed four days ago. Then Maxwell watched part of Megamind (seriously, he doesn't move when that show is on), climbed into my lap for some snuggles, and promptly went to take his long nap of the day. And me? I sat in the same spot and worked even though the apartment really needs to be cleaned.
Maybe I should just toss the laundry again?