When I woke up later, Aslan was sleeping under the covers on my legs. I lifted up the covers and said to him, "Come here," thinking that, like Ella, he must obey me and it would get him off.
Then I remembered I am not, in fact, in a fairy tale and possessing of a cat magically inclined to obey.
Right. Moving on.
In other news, I need to do that 10 things meme sometime, as I want to tell the story of how I gave the Heimlich maneuver to a cat.