Apparently its a thing...
yes! Definitely a thing.
We had a rule in the house where there were lots of cars: if you beg in any conceivable fashion, there won’t be an leftovers. If you’re polite, there may be leftovers. In the kitchen. Afterwards.
To be honest, this was as much about insisting that flatmates lodgers and visitors refrained from feeding them from the table (or sofa in front of the telly) as much as it was about disciplining the cats.
So any cats who were interested in human food would arrange themselves in various states of “am I bothered…?” during meal times.
Pzza would always get them fidgeting long before the meal was over.
And I think I must have mentioned that the Auld Warrior loved a good curry. One of the regular house guests always ordered the hottest possible curry and then not be able to finish it. The Auld Warrior was always just at his right elbow, looking away, away, always away, but close enough to know when CB had finished eating. Then he’d go into alert mode while CB did the huffing and puffing that happens after a hot curry, before dishing up the remains in the kitchen. If anything in there was theoretically bad for cats, it never showed up in the Auld Warrior, who made a special friend of CB. So much so that when he was done for funny money and then found himself homeless while waiting for the court case and then sentencing and moved into ours for the duration, the Auld Warrior became his constant companion, living with him upstairs where he spent his days in the gloom listening to doom rock and death metal and gabba, and only coming down when CB did. CB later said that that was the most miserable time of his life and the company of the Auld Warrior had helped him through. When he died (the cat, not CB), we received lots of stories about how he’d made moves of special care towards all sorts of people, something we’d been unaware of, and we’d been oblivious to the effect he was having on people. They said he’d really helped them to find confidence and courage in their bleak times. When the news went out of his death, folks turned up at our door all weekend, as they would for a human. He was a very special cat.
The private lives of our animals.