I gave my jack-russell terrier “Jackson” a cheeseburger once. I know, I’m bad, but I didn’t have any dog food and he was looking at me with those big, brown, hungry eyes… So imagine my surprise when I looked outside a minute later, only to see the bun, licked clean of tomato sauce (or whatever that red stuff is) lying next to the pickles. He was only in it for the meat.
Picky little bastard…
My pomenarian would eat chocolate ice cream from one local parlor. No other.
It also seemed to be aware of being observed. She would be sitting nearby watching me. I would catch this in the corner of my eye. Then proceed to look directly, she would look elsewhere. Now, I go back to doing whatever I was doing. Shortly, again she’s looking at me.
[hijack] I’m pretty sure it was chocolate, although I have read it can be bad for dogs. My dog didn’t seem to have any problems. [/hijack]
My female Scottish Terrier watches T.V.
Whenever it’s on. Usually she just watches, occasionally she tries to eat something she sees on the screen, like a dog or something.
But most of the time she just . . . watches.
She likes Scrubs, but not Friends.
Our tomcat MUST sleep on my wife’s pillow. Curled around her head. With his nose stuck into her ear.
One of the other cats will jump up on my bedside table in the morning and sit there and stare at me until I wake up, THEN meow to be petted. My wife says she’s seen that cat sit there like a vulture and stare at me for a half hour or more…
Meeow. Who me? I swear I wasn’t hoping you’d died in your sleep so I could eat you. (Maybe tomorrow, heh, heh…)
My cat sleeps in her litterbox whenever I clean it. It’s like she’s breaking it in.
Freak.
Believe me, Desmo, the way our cats eat, it would be some time before they were reduced to such poor rations as my corpse…
And I dunno if I’d call sleepin’ in the fresh, clean litterbox freaky. A little territorial, maybe. The FUNKY, USED litterbox, now… THAT, I’d worry about…
You’re probably lucky, Wang-Ka. I used to have one that wouldn’t wait for me to wake up. It would stand on my chest with forepaws on my throat, and if that didn’t work, it would sneeze in my face. Every morning. For about two years straight.
I’m hungry! Get up and feed me you b…!
I KNOW I’m lucky, Desmo. I used to have one who liked to go out and investigate the early morning world.
The cat would wait until the first ray of dawn, and then, if my bedroom door was open, he would come and sit at the foot of the bed, and wait for my foot to protrude.
He would then start batting at my toe with his forepaws.
If I took too long, he’d begin using his claws.
If I still took too long, he’d start using his teeth, too.
At least twice, after letting the damn cat out, I had to go and disinfect and bandaid my foot, because I’d happened to be a little too deeply asleep…
When I’m on line at home, my dog is usually crashed on the floor behind my chair. She may scratch on occasion, but mostly she sleeps. What cracks me up is when I shut down the computer, as soon as the dog hears the shut-down .wav file play, she gets up and goes to her bed in the laundry room. It’s positively Pavlovian!!
I taught my Pit Bull a trick called “Get the cat” accidently.
One day Foley was being a little clingy so I told her to “go get Spike” (the cat), figuring she’d look for the cat and I’d have a few moments of peace. She ambled off and returned with the cat, carrying the cat by the neck scruff.
Between the sight of the dog carrying the cat and the disgusted look on the cat’s face, I almost wet myself laughing. It’s hard not to request this particular trick just for the visual. 
Aaarrgghh! Foot biting!
I’d completely forgotten about that. When I was still living with my parents (decades ago), my mother had a birman. He was enormous.
He didn’t appreciate me making coffee and toast for myself in the morning before he had been fed.
First warning, a friendly nip to the toe. Second warning, crunch!
(Sadly, he was killed by a dog. He just wasn’t afraid of anything. The neighbour on one side had three fairly big dogs - an airedale, a lab and a german shepherd - and the birman would regularly go in there, battle the three dogs and eat their food. A new neighbour moved in on the other side, and brought a rottweiler and a doberman. One of them got him.)
Two of our cats enjoy washing people. One of them is the “vulture” cat from the previous post. Take a shower, and both cats will run and jump up on the counter when they hear you, and wait for you to get out.
They regard it as their prerogative to lick the bathwater off the peoples’ backs while the human dries itself. They can get quite put out when denied this, by the way…
I’ve got a burmese at the moment. He will jump up to my chest and expect me to catch him. I’ve never seen another cat do that, and it’s not a problem when he does it to me.
But, we sometimes have guests over who dislike cats. I have to warn them. Often it doesn’t go right.
Me: “Don’t look at that cat.”
Them: “Which cat? That one?”
Me: “Yes. Don’t look at him.”
Them: “Why?”
Me: “Because he’ll jump at you.”
Them: “Really?”
Me: “Yes. Look away.”
Them: “Aaaaaaa! He’s trying to kill me!”
My wife had a black cat who used to do that. She thought it was the cutest thing in the world.
Unfortunately, the cat was apparently nearsighted, and couldn’t always tell her front from her back, which led to the occasional embarrassing situation where the cat would leap up and bounce off her back when she happened to be doing the dishes or something…
We once gave our (last) cat Twiglets (which are quite strong-tasting). She loved them, but after a while her eyes started watering!
The funniest thing, though, is with our current cat. We occasionally let her finish a yoghurt pot, and in licking the last bits from the bottom, she sometimes gets her head stuck, and proceeds to walk backwards across the floor. Yet, when it falls off (or I rescue her) she’ll just look at me and start licking her paws as if to say ‘It wasn’t me that looked that stupid.’
I’ve had the cat-on-the-back while washing up too. Geez that hurts.
I had a siamese a few years ago that was a complete basket case (it had been kept apart from people and cats from about the ages of 4 weeks to 8 months).
For the first week that I had it here, it hid behind the refrigerator whenever people were around. It was just terrified.
At about the tenth day, around 3 a.m., I heard this noise, sort of “clatter, clatter, bang, clatter, clatter”. I got up, and there was the cat running around the house with a feather duster in its mouth, banging it into walls and doors.
A few days later, I heard similar noises, plus the sound of the cat complaining. I got up, and there was the cat running around with an empty tissue box on its head. (Stuck its head in, and couldn’t get it out again).
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We let our dog eat human food. She digs all kinds of things. Surprisingly, she likes waffles.
Even more surpising is when she buries the waffle remainder under my pillow on the bed. Nowhere else in the house, but apparently my bed pillow is a perfect waffle hideaway.