I wake up and find her sleeping like a good kitty on the floor. I stretch and decide it's a good time for breakfast. I stand up and walk over to my closet of outfits for lady friends, and pick out an adorable apron for her to wear. I undo the braces that attach her wrists to her ankles. As cute as she looks walking on the floor she'll need her hands for this. I sit her up and put the apron on her. Then I pick her up and stand her up in the kitchenette. I had some foodstuffs in there for her to cook with. I don't know what she is going to cook, that's her job.