I think she's serious. There was no Stinky Goodness this morning, either. I was nice to her, too, I sat on the bed very quietly while I waited for her to wake up, and when she did I was really hoping she would go downstairs and open a can, but all she did was yawn, rub my head, and then went into the office to put crunchy food into our bowls.
I'm trying to be very good and not raise too much of a fuss. Maybe if I'm nice she'll decide I'm too sweet to torture, and she'll give in. And maybe elves will fly out of Santa's butt when he comes to bring toys.