The cat comes over, hops onto the table, and then jumps to my lap. I talk to him, surprised. He curls up in my lap and we purr at each other for a while. I lift my hands to type and he bites them (not hard) and proceeds to lick my fingers (he has always thought I taste good). I obediently stop typing, as he has decided my new job title is 'sofa'. He stretches up a paw to my face, then leans his head against my breast and sleeps, almost like a human child. It is one of the most endearing things I have ever seen.
Of course, I had to ruin his nap because I had to go to the bathroom.
I am sure he only wanted to be fed, as I then gave him some food and he has left me alone since.
But it was quite nice of him, I think.