Revolver Ocelot

You flicked the light switch on and off in his quarters a few times to try and get him to wake up. You were a cat man/woman and during certain times of the month you were more in tune with your feline nature than other times. By this time you had adopted a nonchalant manner, still in bed despite the clock saying it was noon. He threw a shoe at you, you dodged it and walked over to the bed as he grabbed the sheets and pulled them over his head.