Not my cats, certainly.
Miss Cloud, who is not allowed outside, has suddenly taken to ducking past ankles at every opportunity to attempt to explore the Tall Grass Jungle and Land of New Smells. Today when she did that, her sister Tornado was out as well. Now, those two can’t manage a civil conversation at the best of times, and Tornado, experienced outdoorswoman that she is, decided it would be fun to give Cloud a hard time. So every time Cloud stopped to sniff something, Tornado would bounce at her, stopping just short of pouncing on her when Cloud jumped away. The problem is that she was doing that as I was trying to walk calmly up to Cloud with intent to pick her up and return her to the safety of the house.
After the fourth time I got close, only to have Tornado startle Cloud into running away again, I looked down at the little black cat looking up at me. “Tornado” I told her “you aren’t helping.” She sat down on her little butt, blinked at me, and said “Mreow?” with an unmistakable cat-smirk. Then she got up, chased Cloud one last time, and sauntered off with a glance over her shoulder at me.
The next time I tried to get to Cloud and pick her up, I was able to without any problem. I’m not sure, though, whether Tornado’s commentary translated best as “So?” or “And your point is?” I don’t suppose it much matters what the English is, though. The sentiment was clear enough in the original Cat.