My kitty is ordinarily a good kitty, but she will jump right up on the dinner table when there are BBQ pork ribs. I think her old person brought in a lot of takeout.
My dear departed rabbit Bunny would quiver all over when she smelled kale. It smells like dishrag to me. She’d grab a leaf as big as herself and gallop off to a corner with it to Not Share.
I don’t know about crazy, but Clover always gets VERY attentive when the butter comes out of the fridge. More so than any other food.
Isn’t it funny how fascinating your dogs find you when you are cooking? 
My deceased bunny was a total nutcase for bananas.
:smack: Damn you.
My daughter’s cat would go nuts about salsa. You practically had to eat like a cave man, with your arms up around the bowl, to keep her out of it.
Our dogs now adore cheese. They know the word, they know the sound of it being unwrapped, they are now beginning to catch on to the spelling of the word.
The pug just sneezes and dances, but the Rott will nearly stand on your chest, breathing on you until you give up and hand it over.
::golfclap::
Quincy, the beagle, likes the chicken jerky from Costco. He looooves him some of that stuff. The only thing he loves more is “log”. He absolutely flips a nut over log. I think he’d murder for it and not care about it afterwards, just so long as he got his precious precious log.
My girlfriend’s cats are both whores for tuna. Today is Tuna Tuesday, as well, so soon, they’ll go through their weekly ritual of tuna and catnip and liberal amounts of napping.
Thank you. I would have been disappointed had somebody not liked it.
You kept a deceased bunny as a pet?
Tonight my snake threw up the mouse it ate on Sunday and re-ate it. (Still had the fur on it) Sounds crazy to me.
My dog is insane about chicken. I’m a vegetarian but my mother is not; if she takes a frozen chicken breast from the freezer and pops it into the microwave, Casey will sit and stare at the microwave, even before the thawing process has started and there’s anything to really smell
He also loves popcorn and will sit and stare until he’s given a piece (or five).
Peanut Butter
Pythagoras was an apple-head siamese. When he was a kitten he got sick, requiring him to be intubated (had a breathing tube in) The tube damaged his vocal chords so he rarely spoke. When he did, it came out sounding like a new born kitten. It embarrassed him.
The only time he ever meowed was when I cut cantalope. He would climb my leg to get it. I had to take the seeds outside or he’d try to get into the garbage disposal. I would only give him a couple bites, but I’m sure he would have eaten himself sick if I’d let him.
Plastic bags.
No, I don’t feed them to the animals (guinea pigs)… they’ve just learned that the rattle of plastic bags means THERE MIGHT BE VEGGIES!!! and they begin WHEEEEEEEEEKing hysterically.
Suckers that we are, we usually give in and get them something. Who’s got who trained, now?
Sometimes just to be mean I’ll rattle a grocery bag just for fun. Not very often though, usually it’s just an accident.
One of our cats loves kalamata olives (no other kind), and will beg or steal to get them. Once he gets his olives he does the Olive Dance of Joy before chowing down.
We also had a cat who liked broccoli, watermelon, cooked carrots and mango. He would also steal food off plates (and completely ignore meat or dairy on the same plate).
One of our cats loves goat cheese, preferably Bucherolle. Another likes fresh rosemary; I was teasing the other two with a sprig until Moody settled in to eat it. She also loves roses, to the point that we can’t have them in the house or we’ll wake up to rose petals everywhere.
My cat adores pretzels. Doesn’t matter where she is in the house, I open the cupboard to get out the pretzels and she’s there. While I’m eating them, she’ll sit beside me and try to swipe them on the way to my mouth.
One of my husband’s numerous great nieces and nephews had a hamster. The kid got bored with it, and so Bill decided to take it in, no problem, the kid had had it for a year or so and hamsters only live for about 18 months. So we had a hamster and a couple of cats.
The hamster came with one of those multi-part rodent houses, the sort that have tube sections and living sections. It was easy to open a part of the cage roof and give the hamster a treat. One day, instead of giving the hamster a commercially prepared hamster treat, my husband offered it a raisin. It was delighted with this raisin, and instead of hoarding it, ate it immediately. My husband got into the routine of having a small box of raisins after work and giving the hamster a raisin or two. The hamster looked forward to these raisins, and would dance for them.
This hamster would also manage to pop off one of the ports of its cage, and wander around the house. Usually one of the cats would point out that there was A Rodent LOOSE in the House, and show us where it was. A couple of times, my daughter’s male cat would catch the hamster, gently, and give it to my daughter. At least once, my daughter was asleep, and had the hamster deposited on her face. She’s always been rather prissy, and apparently there’s nothing quite like getting a warm, squirming rodent deposited on the face to wake one up in the worst possible way.
We had the hamster for four or five years. Since he’d lived with his original owner for a year, that made him five or six years old when he died. And hamsters have an average lifespan of 18 months. I guess raisins and the occasional stroll around the house are good for hamsters.
We had BBQ pork ribs for dinner tonight. Two of our cats couldn’t be bothered to beg, but my Siamese girl loves pork of all kinds, and had half the meat off of one of my ribs. Then she had to sit bolt upright for an hour, carefully grooming all the grease and sauce from herself.
My dog goes nuts over butter and carrots. Once I was making cookies and dropped the empty butter wrapper, and a fetish was born (for the dog, or course). I got into the habit of giving her the wrapper whenever I opened a new stick. I figure whatever residue on the wrapper isn’t much and it made her happy. One day my husband was making cookies and went to throw the wrapper into the trash. She jumped a foot into the air and grabbed it from his hand. She’s a short little dachshund.
I started giving her baby carrots after she took care of business outside when she was a puppy. Now she runs straight to the fridge for her carrot reward. Who is training who here?