6:30 am and two kitties stare at the human lumps in the bed. Well one human lump in particular - the morning feeder.
G: What is she doing?
Q: Nothing. I think she's still asleep.
G: Asleep? But it's 6:30! And our dishes are empty!!
Q: I've rarely seen this. I think the last time was when she said she had a cold but was really hot. But she's not hot now.
G: What do we do? We've already played Thundering herds of elephants and... nothing.
Q: I think we need to bring out the big guns... ::Clears throat:: Squeak!!
G: What was that?
Q: What do you mean? It's my "Meow of Distress." Squeaaak!!
G: Dear Cod I think it's working! She moved!
Q: No, she just rollled over. You try it!
G: Meep! MEEP, chirp!! It isn't working?
Angel Fin: Seriously boys! For the love of Cod! Meow like you mean it you gotta put some muscle into those meows. And if that doesn't work tip her water cup into the bed!