My cats were like that. I had a cat named Nicoma; she was a fat cat. In the middle of the night, when I'd be sleeping, she would pounce on my chest, which made me feel like I was having a heart attack (whatever that feels like...*shrugs*), and then Nicoma would meow in my ear and walk out of the bedroom, all the while, looking back to see if I was coming too. If I wasn't, she'd pounce on me again. All that so she can go outside to take a piss.

I used to wish why we couldn't train our cats to use the toilet like everyone else.