You know...it's a really sad commentary on the state of the household when a cat becomes accustomed in true Pavlovian fashion to associate explosive flatulence with his morning feeding time. It works something like this:
Gas Bag Who Shall Remain Nameless: [FFFFAAARRRRRTTTTTT!!!!!!] (at a decibel level that can be heard across the house mind you)
Cat: Meow? [while getting up to go to his food dish and start gnoshing] Om, nom nom nom.
"Is it time to eat?"