We've all heard of squeaky wheels: we know that those are the wheels that get the grease. Even though most of us don't deal with carts these days, the squeaking wheels we deal with tend to be of the human variety. One of my feline friends here in the Benton Compound doesn't want to be greased, so she doesn't squeak per se--but she does want attention, so she does what cats do. When I am, say, trying to write an overdue blog post or (worse yet) do work for money, this fluffy little brat will plant herself on my keyboard.
I've tried to physically block the cat from my computer, of course, but the cat has learned to just claw at what ever part of my body she can reach until I pay some attention to her. That attention may be pitching her out of the room, but she'll take that.
I try not to be a proverbial squeaky wheel in life. I definitely don't want to be a clawing cat.