Yesterday morning Paddy was getting a little impatient waiting for his daily helping of Fancy Feast. After trying all his usual tricks for getting fed (scratching the corner of the bed to wake us up, meowing in a very loud and whiny voice, rubbing all over our legs, opening up the door to his food cabinet), Paddy decided to stage a protest. If I wasn't going to get him his Fancy Feast, then Paddy wasn't going to let me do anything else. So, he sat on my hand.
Well played Paddy, well played.