It is unbelievably, painfully, brain-vaporisingly hot. And Louis Catorze wants lap cuddles.
But, when he settles on me, it makes him/us even hotter. So he meows disdainfully as if it were all my fault and steps off.
But then he wants lap cuddles again. So he steps onto me and settles down once more. As before, this makes him/us too hot, so he meows disdainfully as if it were all my fault and steps off again.
The little sod has invented possibly the most annoying perpetual motion machine on earth: himself. And it will keep motoring along until one or other of us snaps and loses our shit.
My money is on me being first.