Today Harry was sleeping on the blanket I'd put on the radiator cover for his snoozing pleasure. I watched him, listening to the slight snore he makes. He always looks so peaceful when he's sleeping.
I walked over, leaned in, and put my face next to his.
"I'm hungry," I said.
His ear twitched.
I touched his face with my nose, spoke into his eye.
"I'm hungry. Really. I'd like you to get up RIGHT NOW and get me a snack. Hmmm? How about it? I'm hungry. Right now. Get up. Get up. Getupgetupgetupgetup."
I poked his belly with my finger. By this point he had raised his head, drawn his head back in a "what the--?" attitude, and blinked groggily.
"I"M HUNGRY." I said.
He looked at me.
"How does it feel?" I asked.
He got up, turned the other way, and lay down again.