I think it was Whiskas that had an ad a few years ago with three cartoon
cats, one of them a big fat one voiced by Tom Bosley--an appropriate actor
for the kitty character, I think--and it was time to get their servant out
of bed for breakfast. The Bosley cat stepped in and said something like "let
me show how it's done," got on his marks, got set, and took a mighty jump
onto the beer-gut of the sleeping twoleg with a shout--"Time to feed the
kitties!!!"

Brandy sort of looks like the Bosley cat, except for the calico tuxedo she
wears, and somehow she's learned this maneuver and performs it very well.
I've come to depend on her like clockwork, as it's always within five
minutes of six AM when she pounces on my gut; and, like clockwork, Louie's
come to depend on the "OOF!" that I always respond. But she is just so
freaking cute, and so irreparably spoiled, that I can't get mad at her.
Especially when she comes walking over my chest making this huge, deep,
rumbling purr, and starts licking me like a puppy. Now who can get mad at
that?

Blessed be,
Baha

--

Three thousand years ago,
cats were deified in ancient Egypt.
To this day, they have not forgotten.