I always sit in the chair at the end of the counter. Since I'm always the one getting up to fetch things during meals, it has become MY chair.
It has also become George's cuddle place. If I sit for more than 5 minutes, George will hop up on my lap, whether I invite him or not. And he likes to be held, with my arm around him. Anywhere else, he'll sit on my lap for awhile, but won't tolerate being held.
But every time he hops up, I was about to get up to do something - refill my water glass, stir a pot on the stove, something. It's uncanny how bad his timing is.
I need to teach George to bring a cup of coffee with him.