Meow, meow. I look up and walk toward him. He turns and leads me to his food bowl. Time to eat.
Meow, meow. I look up and walk toward him. He turns and leads me to his water bowl(separate room). Refill.
Meoooooooow. I wake up, get out of bed, walk toward him. He stands still or walks through my legs. Ah, he must want to be on the bed now. I pick him up and put him there(he’s old, not much of a jumper now).
Goofy could come in the kitchen, meow at me and I’d turn to Doug and say “Hurry, Timmy fell into the well. We’d better get help!”. Goofy would then lead us to the endangered child and save him. Could he actually be Lassie?