I forgot about the drinking: Catzilla will lick the water off my legs while I’m still standing in the shower. Often, he sits just inside the shower stall, on the dry side of the curtain, for the duration of my shower. The second the water stops, he steps out from behind his safety curtain and proceeds to help “dry” my legs. Such a helpful kitty. I think he’s worried all that water will kill me and then who would feed him?
I’ve yet to own a dog that doesn’t love peanut butter.
Yeah, my cat will do the same.
I forgot one, she loves loves loves mint. If we blow a little air in her face after we brush our teeth, she’ll try to lick our mouths. I was using some icy-hot on my leg a few weeks ago, and the menthol smell made her start attacking my leg. Finally, I was forced to lock her in her room because nothing could dissuade her from licking and biting my calf. Usually she will back off when we don’t want to share with her, but I guess she was driven out of her little kitty mind.
My current dog loveslovesloves turkey. When one is in the oven, he won’t budge from in front of it until the turkey comes out. Other than that, he’s pretty picky about what he eats (he won’t eat turkey lunch meat - it has to be hot and fresh). He won’t eat potato chips unless they have dip on them and has been known to turn his nose up at hamburger.
I used to have a collie that loved corn on the cob. I would hold it for him and he would eat it with his little front teeth. It was hysterical (albeit very messy).
Growing up, we had a labrador retriever who loved iceberg lettuce. It was the only thing she begged for. She would hear the crisper drawer open and come barreling into the kitchen. She liked the big outside leaves the best.
I too have a tabby tom who loves strawberry leaves - and grape stems (but he no longer gets those because he leaves the chewed remnants all over the house).
Pogo, Casey, and Lars – the rat triplets – are nuts about dried fish, particularly anchovies. They like to eat them head first.
My cat used to have a thing for onion-stuffed olives. Couldn’t be pimento or anchovy, it had to be onions for him to care.
Frizzle LOOOOOOOVES peach yogurt. He’ll sit there and meow until you offer him some licks from your finger. He also likes the usual seafood and meat, but my mother has determined (without a whole lot of evidence, but whatevs) that he’s allergic to seafood. So we only buy the canned food that has chicken, beef, or turkey in it.
Cheerios, bread (in this case, heels or smallest non-heel slices of the Trader Joe’s oat bran bread), and tortilla chips are tied for first place foods with my dogs. They like all of these better than raw meat, and they love raw meat like any normal dog.
One of my dogs, Ruby, is also super into fresh raspberries and blackberries, and will bite them off the bush if I won’t pick them for her. It gets a little scary when I can’t tell if she’s hunting bees (mmmm, bees!) or eating berries.
Her dad (and my other dog) Griz used to really like grapes, but I don’t let him have them anymore- he has a delicate stomach, and it seems grapes are bad for dogs anyway.
I used to have a cat who loved processed strawberry products, like strawberry ice cream or strawberry Nutri-Grain bars, but who absolutely loathed raw strawberries.
Sydney the Cockatiel loves Cheerios. Just seeing the box makes him go into a Happy Bird Dance. Looooooooooooooooooooooves them Cheerios. He has been that way since we got him. Two days after we brought him home as a baby my husband walks by him with the big yellow box and the little thing went into overtime begging. Whoever had him before he wound up in the pet shop must have fed him Cheerios at some point.
Sunshine (Sunny) the Cockatiel has not expressed a favorite food preference. He does, however, like to dunk his Cheerios in liquid - water, milk, whatever is available. This has occasionally resulted in Cheerio soup, which no one in the house eats apparently.
Griffin the Conure’s favorite is peppers. Bell peppers are yummy treat, but for real transcendent happiness it’s jalapenos. Last time I put one on the counter she swooped in, snatched it away, flew up to the top of kitchen cabinets and devoured it in Birdy Bliss. The hotter the better - except conures don’t react to the “heat” in peppers the way humans do, it doesn’t bother them. Probably a good thing, as in the wild conures are one of the types of birds that eat those things as part of their natural diet.
My dog lurves fried chicken. I know very well that feeding your dog cooked bones (especially chicken) is a no-no, so I never directly will just toss him a drumstick - but he digs the bones out of the trash no matter how deep I bury them.
One day my boyfriend was outside doing some yardwork and he hears Jax pounding up the driveway toward him. As the dog ran by, he distinctly smelled the odor of fresh fried chicken. Turned to look and the damn dog had a foil wrapped package in his mouth, steaming in the cool air. Chased him down, but by the time he caught up to Jax he’d already ripped the package open and downed two whole drumsticks and was working on a third.
My dog stole someone’s dinner. Since then I have found random takeout packages around the yard and I am starting to wonder how I haven’t heard the neighborhood legend of the Big Black Dinner Thief.
Ah-ha! Catnip is in the mint family. Now you know why your kitty digs mint. She’s a 'Nip Junkie.
Well they are dogs, so just about anything remotely edible will become fully edible.
But they really go crazy for meat bits. I cannot stand eating fatty meat, so always save the trimmed off fat for the boys. Plus, they love to lick gravy off of plates.
Skip (minpin) will completely spaz out after eating something tasty and fatty like that. He goes to the couch and flounders around, rubbing on it, knocking the cushions to the floor, getting tangled up in blankets. You can feed him french fries and he doesn’t do that, so its some combination between meat and fat that causes pure doggie ecstasy!
My two English bulldog puppies love string cheese more than they love me, I think. They can be in the next room and recognize the sound of the plastic peeling apart. They’re big giant beggars, though - they think I should share anything I’m eating, even though I didn’t give them any people food at all until a month or so ago. If I sit on the couch with a plate of food, George will shove his face between my knees and bug his eyes out in case I didn’t realize that he’d like some of that, too. Frank will sit about 5 feet back and give me the sad eyes as though he’s never eaten in his life.
Frank also keeps trying to get into my coffee. We have words about it on a daily basis, but he still tries.
The weirdest thing about both dogs is that they LOVE puddles on the sidewalk. They act like we don’t have water at home. Apparently water tastes better after half the neighborhood has walked through it. Then again, they like licking the bottoms of my shoes, too, so that might be a thing for them.