My first ever cat, a stray I took in called Tooshey, made the most of it when he was done. He jumped straight out of the carrier and on to the sofa, curled up and went to sleep.
I let him lay for hours but eventually, as he hadn't moved, I got worried.
I tried calling him, stroking him, no response.
Then I got out his favourite snack - sliced liver sausage. As soon as the smell hit his nose, he lept up from his coma and nearly ate my fingers off.