The cat woke me up at 3:00 this morning

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She was bouncing all over the bed, announcing to all who would listen (and given that she was right next to my ear, that would be me) that she was famished.  I suppose I could have got up and fed her - I'd only given them half-rations before I went to bed - but it became a battle of wills between me and a cat, and I refused to give in to a cat.  In the end it was my loss, because I had a terrible time getting back to sleep, and every time I started to doze off she came back for another round.

I found out later why she was hungry.  Cats - oy.