If my picky cats could talk, the first thing probably that would come out of their cute mouths when I serve them their meals would be, "What's this, hooman?! Serving us crap again?!"
Then would trot away with heads held high, like the true royals they are.
Yammy would say "Stay away from my butt with those scissors!", or "Chicken, please!, I haven't had any all day!", 5 minutes after he had some. Mollie would say" What do you mean I can't knead your chest with my claws out!?", and Dutch would say "It wasn't me!!", no matter what it was. (and it usually is!)