Late night activities

A few things I've stopped mentioning because their occurrence is something I've begun taking for granted and as annoying as it is I know it'll never stop.
Case in point my cat's odd waking up hours and his need for food around 3-5am.
The fiend will begin walking about my slumbering person, scratching at the bed post, bumping his head against mine; indulging in every luciferian activity that he can conjure up at that delicious time when sleep is most overwhelming, meowing softly in my ear, telling me it's time to wake up like a good human and feed his diabolical mouth.
Like a zombie in need of fresh brains I wake up, trudge to his bowl, fill it and find my bearings back in the torrid heat of my welcoming blanket to almost die off immediately but alas there is a rush of activity happening down below, on my floors that is.
Ah, it's the feline now fully charged up and ready for action. Damn his nocturnal life, his need to be out and about when everything feels like glacial daggers outside of bed and my scarce clothing that keeps me from being too efficient in my manoeuver at that horrible time and yet, I persevere.
What do you need now? I growl at his extended paw that barely touches my face to wake me.
His needs are usually a multiple choice question. 1)more food 2)let me out 3) play with me 4) none of the above because I'm just being an asshole.

Usually its option 4 and when that happens I throw him out of the room and lock my bedroom door after which I duly enjoy a short nap that lasts anything between 5-10 minutes after which there emanates a rather low meow most beseeching in nature, sad in tenor and soft in purr from outside of the room.
Well, I'm not made of marble am I? And I open the door, inviting the demon itself back in the bedroom, whereupon he slowly rubs himself against my naked limbs and makes for my duvet.

That is how we make peace around 3:30am, he sits atop my blankets curling into a fur ball to sleep again, and I slither back in and take a long while to find broken strands of zzz's and sew them back to whatever knotty semblance of doze I can get..for just in a few short winks a deafening alarm wrecks havoc on my zen and there I am..zombified to the core stirring oats and making stuffed parantha's.