I know, I know, that word is a typically country-hick word, but it is a completely and utterly perfect word to describe our cat, SooperKat, a.k.a Soopey.
(Side note: After spending inordinate amounts of time at icanhaschezburger.com, I've decided that Soopey would spell his name like that, if he were indeed able to form letters. In fact, if I could flip the S backwards, I would! Go to the site, but I warn you, you'll be sucked in, just as I am!!)
This cat might seem like he's not the sharpest sword in the drawer, judged by the amount of times he runs into the wall while playing or just flat out falls off the windowsill while walking, but he has realized that if he gets hungry in the middle of the night and starts running around like a maniac, pouncing and playing with invisible foe, The Human will get up and put food in his bowl. His favorite thing to do is get up on the little antique desk in the schoolroom and poke around in the inkwell hole.
Seeing as how our bedroom is the closest adjacent room to the schoolroom, this poses a problem to my sleeping, and I find myself dragging out of bed to put food in his bowl, simply because I WANT HIM TO STOP SO I CAN GET BACK TO SLEEP!
I know, I know, if I'd just leave him and not give in to his tactics or squirt him with water or hiss at him, he'd eventually get the message, but all of those things take so much more time than just putting some food down for him. (Note: I do try to remember to put food in his bowl before I go to sleep.)
So, yes, I've been effectively trained by a kat.
"Yeah? So? I'm in the dryer. You got issues with that?"