After staying out 'til 6 in the morning, I arrived home, only to be walking into a hungry dog farm wearing meat pants! I had to sustain the third degree for three hours as to where I'd been by my ever-so-trustful ball and chain.
Anything meddlesome. Words, opinions, actual hands. Someone with meatpaws has an opinion or certain (and only right) way of doing anything and everything and they *have* to be the ones doing it. Even things they've never seen or done before.
Uncle Herschel couldn't keep his meatpaws out of Aunt Cassie's thanksgiving dinner; that's why the turkey is stuffed with baked beans and there's cranberries in the sweet potatoes.