My joke is that when the cats — who are biologically siblings, and fight like it sometimes — are doing the same thing, I say aloud, in a mock panicked voice: YOU’RE FREAKING ME OUT!
Because they are brothers and sisters, they do often do the same things, almost identically, despite how they sometimes don’t get along, and it looks very Come play with us … which is where the joke comes from.
But they don’t have to be doing the exact same thing. So, this evening, when Poe jumped on this counter, and Phoebe stared at him, my first thought was YOU’RE FREAKING ME OUT!

My second thought was, What are you staring at?
Turns out a beetle had gotten in, and they were fascinated.
But the treats are stored in that cabinet, and sometimes they remember that. And, to reinforce that idea, after I rescued the insect I gave them a snack. Because it is Friday, and you deserve a treat.