Sunday morning I went to wake Mom at 4am. She fussed more than usual about feeding me, but despite all the complaining she did manage to scoop me out a small portion of food.
At around 5am I noticed again that I was hungry. Sure it was a bit early for second breakfast, but I was hungry. Suddenly she complained about waking up by saying something like "Blah, blah, blah... something about being kept up for three mornings in a row, and making a point" I don't know, I mostly tuned out most of it, cause my tummy was growling, well, sort of.
Had I been a little... aggressive about getting her up the last few mornings? I guess, from her perspective, I might have been, but really there's lots to get done and the day doesn't start on it's own. So yes, there may have been lots of meowing and pawing to get her out of the bed.
She started flailing about and said something like "absolutely not... blah, blah, eat your dry food" then buried herself in covers. After about an hour of meowing, I decided to let her sleep in.
At 7:30am (I know! Can you believe it? It might has well been Monday.) she finally rousted herself out of bed. When she complained about being really stiff - I blew a silent raspberry in her directions.