Here I was, sound asleep and snugly warm in bed, dreaming pleasant dreams. In the distance I hear “Meow, meow, meow”. It was so insistent, but I ignored it. It got louder and louder, so I covered my head. Still no relief from the constant “Meow, meow, meow”.
Finally, I opened one eye only to see one of my cats on the nightstand not 12 inches from my face.
“What do you want?” says I. More “meowing” answered my question. So I get up and follow him to the kitchen where he runs to the food bowl. It was empty and evidently he was hungry. So I filled it and he began eating and purring.
Wish I had his kind of servants.