Last night, I was sitting down to write a post about how litter is getting dragged all over the apartment when Arthur approached my chair and meowed at me. I picked him up and he stayed in my lap purring, but contantly shifting positions for about 15 minutes. Then I went to put him down in his bed and he got up and jumped on my leg as if to ask to be picked up again so I picked him up and carried him around for a while.
When he finally got bored of me and became interested in sleeping with his brother, I turned off the computer and went to bed because I was tired. The good news: the boys seem to like being picked up and now "ask" for it on occasion.