She slept with me last night with her rump jammed into my hip as always. I flung a blanket over her. I got up at 4:30 a.m., left her in bed and went downstairs to prepare a cat breakfast. Moments after I arrived in the kitchen I turned around and the momcat was sitting at her feed dish. The stare from her emerald-green eyes said it all - "You are a well-trained human flunky."

I don't think any tables got turned.