Me, BF, Fuzzy.
Me: (comes home in the AM)
Fuzzy: Bonk! Mrow. Follow me to bed!
Me: Hi Fuzzy, heres some scritches.
Fuzzy: Bed! Follow me, now!
Me: No, I'll be in bed soon.
*alarm goes off*
BF: Hi Fuzzy (zombie voice)
Fuzzy: Yay! Food unit is awake!
BF: (after shower) YES, HI Fuzzy. Yes, here's some scritches.
BF gets a bowl of cereal, sits at his desk.
Fuzzy: Hey. You, Food unit. You got treats up there, hm? Gimme some.
BF: Just a minute, I'm eating.
Fuzzy: Ahem! I'm sitting here, wasting my precious nap time, twitching my tail to get some DARN Treats!
Fuzzy: *reaches knees with paws* Hey, you. Do I need to be blunt? GIMME DA TREATS.
BF: drops down a handful of treats.
Fuzzy: *sniff* Hmph. Not enough to my liking? Fine, I will eat these, but know you did not fulfill your Food Unit Contract.
Now put mushy food out for me also.