[11 pm, I'm curled up in bed, the cats are on the prowl.]
Tesla: *sits beside my head purring loudly* I'm hungry.
Me: *making vague shooing motions with one hand* You have food. It's in your bowl. I looked on my way back here.
Tesla: But I'm hungry. I need food.
Me: You have food. Go eat it.
Tesla: I'm hungry. Where's my food?
Prometheus: *wailing piteously from somewhere else in the house* Where's the beef?!
Me: Did I lock him in somewhere? What the heck?! You HAVE food IN YOUR FOOD BOWL!
Prometheus: *continual piteous wailing, followed up by some scratching at something*
Me: Seriously, did he sneak into the bathroom and I locked him in? Now I have to go find him. *scramble out of bed, Tesla trotting smugly at my heels*
Prometheus: *appearing from nowhere to sit expectantly beside the (full) food bowl* Food?
Tesla: *standing next to him, staring up at me* Food?
Me: Yes, you idiots, you HAVE food. Right next to you! And you're not getting any more. Now if you don't let me sleep, I'm going to shut you both in the Munchkin's room and you can have a long talk with the cactus in there. Good night!
Ten minutes of crunching later, both are curled up next to me on the bed, snoring. Apparently they're too dumb to eat without being reminded that they have food.