Ah, this does bring back memories!
Our 3 cats would decide that 6:30 on a Saturday morning was when they should get fed. Hubby and I would be sleeping on our waterbed (well, this was back in the early 90’s). Said waterbed was about 18 inches from the tall chest of drawers (ya, a very small bedroom and that was the biggest one in the house! It was in New Jersey, after all). Puck, Vixen and Sassy would discuss who would do the deed (I swear that I heard them whispering right outside the bedroom door!).