Dude doesn't really beg for snacks from us, but the one people-food thing he seems to be nutty over is buttermilk. Whenever Rick drains another half-gallon, he puts the jug on the floor and Dude goes bonkers over it.
He was a good kitteh last night, apparently, and brought us a little trophy -- we found a dead sparrow on the floor between the bedroom and the bathroom where he knew we would find it. Hey, he loves us and that's how he shows it, right? hehe