And here's why:
It didn't seem to matter what I did or was doing. If I sat down Harley would crawl into my arms and fall right off to sleep. When I would move him, he'd settle into the new spot for about five minutes and then wander right back into my arms.
After about an hour of this I gave up, resigned myself to being a lap cozy, and let him sleep. He was really just too cute to not want to cuddle anyway.
