I was doing some work, years ago, in a home occupied by two dumpy divorced sisters on “public assistance,” their kids, and a fat little Cocker Spaniel. I got there one morning, and the dog’s dish was piled high with leftover scrambled eggs and bacon. And it was ignoring it.
I had a cat that loved potato chips, which we wouldn’t give him because of choking danger. But if you dropped one, he was right on it. Another cat was crazy about shrimp.
The ones we have now will beg when they see us eating, but then leave their little taste in the plate. They seem to want to be involved in things, but don’t really want to eat the food.