Don't let anyone kid you, cats do beg!

[Archae]

My cats beg when I give them a treat of canned food!

[Bayard]

1. Mine just demand.

[Archae]

2. How do they do so?

My cats wander around my legs and meow.

[ShazzieB]

3. Oh, yeah, my cat does the same thing.

She doesn't exactly beg when I have something she wants, though. She just STARES at me intensely. I can practically hear her thinking, "You ARE going to give me some of that, aren't you? I KNOW you are. We BOTH know it, so what's the hold up? Hand it over already!"

[Bayard]

4. Sometimes, they will reach out and snag my arm or ankle when I walk by

Or, knowing what a klutz I am, get between my feet and see if they can bring me down to their level.

If those don't work, there's always the persistent and increasingly louder--MEEE-OW!!

[tblue37]

8. Kittens do that to make their mother lie down to nurse, so leg weaving is demanding to be fed.

[Polly Hennessey]

5. I always thought the leg game was begging.

[Nululu]

6. They train you to give them treats...

...you thought treats existed to train cats? Nope. Our cats trained my hubby instead of learning to come when you called.

[peacefreak2.0]

7. My cat doesn't beg.

She intimidates. 😂🤣😂🤣😂

[Rebl2]

9. My cat

scratched on my husband’s leg this afternoon as he was sitting at the table until he got up. Then she led him into the bedroom where she hopped on her tower and waited to be brushed. Guess that’s a form of begging 😺.

[chowmama]

10. Fast Eddie begs and demands

As I've said, he came in semi-feral and really frustrated, leading to a lot of aggression. Then one day, he vocalized while trying to rip down the venetian blinds. I told him "Ok, I'll raise it for you." and did. The look on his face was really funny, as he completely forgot about the window. "Wait, what? That works?"

Ever since, he asks for everything vocally. Over and over, with a great deal of signalling what he wants. Head swivels from me to the item, paws placed or patted on an item - you can't miss whatever it is. I talk back and, while he doesn't always get what he wants, at least he isn't attacking.

Among the things he's not getting - open windows (not blinds, actual windows) in sub-freezing temperatures. My food. My yarn (No, that's my Precious, not yours). And access to the bathroom linen closet. One time - just once! - there was a mouse who found its way into it and couldn't get out. It must have fallen in from the ceiling. DH was the only one home and was alerted to the noise in the cabinet by a very interested cat. Mice freak him out, so he finally lifted Eddie up to deal with it. Ever since then, Eddie firmly believes that's where we keep the mice. It's been years and he still stands in front of it, begging for another mouse.