That is a plan.
It all became clear this morning. The cats and the dog are in cahoots. The cats, one on each corner, give Crowbar the signal, and he starts wiggling around on the bed, making wuffing and groaning noises, sticking his cold wet nose in my face, etc., til I get up and feed him. The cats always slip the dog a kickback.
Thank heaven there was no collaboration by the dishwasher.
Cats have to make up for their lack of opposable thmbs and bipedalism.