This morning it was disgustingly late (4:35 AM) and the Furless Ones had been napping for hours. It was way past feeding time. Momma had her hand hanging off the side of the bed, so I licked it, and she just put it under the covers. Then I walked on her and purred in her ear. I went downstairs and did my famous "get up" yowl! I did this for five minutes, finally I went back upstairs, thinking she was surely dead! She came around at 5:30, and fed us, by this time I was a complete a rack of bones!! I was so emancipated my face was hollow and I felt weak and shaky. I think I have her talked into leaving the food bowl down all the time.