Nope. Mine don't bother exerting the effort to get off the couch/floor in the living room until they hear the microwave ding or the icebox door actually open. Then I'll turn around to find them sitting all pretty and patiently trying to explain to me what wonderful angels they have been, thus they deserve some of what is found in that microwave or icebox.
I'm kind of clumsy. I had a knee injury when I was younger and so can't always stop or dodge really fast. Yoshi learned early that she needs to walk next to me or well away from my feet because she may accidentally get kicked or stepped on.
Now if you had asked me that the week I got her... I think the scribbles would have to be throughout the house as I tried to get around her every time I needed something -.-
At the parents' house it's different. They both manage to stand blocking whatever pathway there is to wherever someone else is going, then stand there with their finger up their butt. My dad's the worst.