Several times a day, one of our cats will walk up to us, stare us down, then meow incessantly for like five minutes straight:

“Meow. Meow. Meow. Meow. Meow.”

Of course, that makes us wish that we had some sort of cat translator, so we could know what exactly he’s trying to say to us.

But then, we thought, how disappointing would it be if someone did invent a cat translator, and we did shell out the money to get one, and we put the mic to the cat’s mouth, and it turned out that all he’s really saying is:

“Hey. Hey. Hey. Hey. Hey.”