Goldie is way too laid back to meow and beg for food. He knows it's coming, eventually.
"Please, do you think maybe you could spare a second to rub my belly?"
"I'll roll over... well, my head will, the rest will catch up, eventually."
What you can't see from these pictures is scale. Lying on his back like that, Goldie is just a hair under 11 1/2 inches across. He's a big boy, with a little squeaky voice. Shoulda called him Mike Tyson.