I awoke this morning to the cat whining. Only, this time she wasn't using her usual whiny kitty meow. She sounded like a lot like Michael Clarke Duncan (large man in the Green MIle) under water.
I don't remember what she said, but I'm sure she said something about getting out of bed and serving her food. And her tone of voice sounded like her kitty waterer. I was so confused, that I figured I should go back to sleep and hope that when I awoke, I would slide into a world with friendly kitties who let their humans sleep until noon.