Oh man, I know this cat is just trying to scope out the scene on that countertop, unaware of the scene it's about to cause, but in my head, it's actually meticulously scheming the perfect prank. And my does it succeed. That cat's timing is impeccable.
This, people, is why I will probably never get a cat. The idea that a cat is either constantly playing mind games or just pissed off at you for bothering it is too much pressure. No thanks, I'll stick to that sock monkey collecting dust in the corner of my room. And my Neopets. (Kidding, my Neopets are long dead by now.)