Why I'm Sometimes Late To Work

It's all of them really - they seem to take turns - but just lately it's been Angel. I'm in the bathroom, intent on putting on mascara or whatever, when somebody joggles my arm (thankfully the left arm, me being right handed, and all). And it's Angel! And he's half on the toilet lid, half on the vanity, and he joggles me again and again. And then, of course, there's nothing to do but pick him up, and he melts in my arms and purrs... And purrs. And purrs. And no amount of sweet talk or petting seems to bore him! I keep thinking, any minute now he'll start to squirm and wiggle down, but nope, it doesn't happen. What's a poor besotted human to do??