You have had your bath. You are in your bed. The sheets were just washed and they smell fresh and clean. The moonlight is making shadows on the ceiling. You hear noises.

Waiting for Two Legs to come home. Food bowl is empty. This shall not be tolerated. Perhaps if I stare at the door.

When the furless one comes in she will be reminded of the empty food bowl in thw kitchen. She will be overcome with remorse and rush to fill it.