I've tried everything, honest. Last night's salmon. Catnip toys. Physical removal and door shutting*. But this is where my cat likes to spend hours of each day. Were I superstitious, I might entertain the idea of not continuing with this novel. At one point today I had arms either side of him, in the hope those hours of touch-typing practice at journo school paid off. I'd work in the other room on a laptop were I not convinced he'd come sit on it.
* He just whines and scratches