Myst has a good strategy. He sits in Terry's favorite spot on the sofa as soon as she gets up for a moment. It is prewarmed and just perfect. Then he assumes this long-contented look as though he is well-settled and has been there for hours. (Basically, he is just proud of himself.) When Terry comes back, she does not have the heart to dislodge him so she finds somewhere else to sit.
Myst is one smart cat.