Trying to read a book with a cat in your lap is always interesting. The other day I was reading in bed and Cosmo was plastered against me. This means that instead of him curling up and sleeping, he rubs his face all over my book, jostling it so I can read a single word. Then I end up holding it higher, out of his reach of his busy snout.
He is the "scenter" of my world, even when I'm reading.