I do recall my ol' tomcat, Snoopy (this is in late '50s) rolling in the drained green olive juice in the sink! It looked as if he were on catnip.

I now have a Siamese (yes, the one in the picture) who is so butter-addicted he would give up all his body parts-except the tongue to lick it with-for even a smidgen.

Queen Emma only accepts dog biscuits to be polite, and then deposits them on the floor.
But when she smells a morsel of chicken jerky, she acts doggishly eager--almost forgetting her manners, and you can see there's wolf in the bloodline way back.

The wayward meatball.
 

Beau loves Subway's roasted chicken and pretty much anything else with chicken in it as well. Same with our pooch Sport.

My dad was eating a Subway Meatball Marinara Sandwich and a meatball rolled down his shirt leaving a sauce trail. It then hit his shoe after going down his pants and rolled into the open mouth of Sport. After leaving a four feet path of sauce on the tan rug. Sport would always hang around whenever we were having Subways especially Meatball Marinaras.

Did he follow the marinara trail up your dad's shirt?:1rotfl:

I believe he was thinking about it. He did get some of it off the rug.

Our older cat, Sam, eats nothing except dry cat food. Gives you a look as if you are trying to poison her if you even offer anything else. Kitty Kitty, on the other hand, loves plain Greek yogurt and peanut butter together especially (that's our evening snack....just me and her), and will eat most anything else people food. She loves her dry cat food, too. Heck, she's just an eater....period.

Ours, too, were crispy worm eaters. They wouldn't touch them unless they were crispy. Must have been like doggie potato chips. I will say they did a good job of keeping the streets clean and free of dead worms.

After dinner each evening, our Yorkies share a couple of caramels. It's a bad night if the jar is empty --they just sit and stare at it and whine!

Our first Great Pyrenees Argus was a TERRIBLE eater but he loved jello and would run through the house and crash through the kitchen doors which were half swinging doors like an old west bar to get at the jello he smelled. Argus apparently loved other strange things too because when we left him at my in-laws to go look for our first house (my father in law was a realtor) we arrived home to find that Argus had eaten a hole straight through the sheetrock from the laundry room through to the garage and was mounted like a moose head as we pulled our car into my father in laws garage. Argus also ate all the bottom shingles off the the back of our house when we left him in the yard. And we had a another pyr that ate the bottom stair when we temporarily leashed her to it on moving day. Big dogs eat big things I guess. What a fun thread. Thanks for starting it, although maybe you had more food ideas in mind.

Well, yeah, I was thinking food, but you reminded me that my in-laws had a dog that ate a recliner!

I have a cat that thinks shower mesh nets are absolutely yummy. Sadly, her tummy doesn't agree. If she can figure out a way to reach one, she'll happily get it and eat some of it. I then get the pleasure of cleaning up her trail of bile and plastic. Ain't I the lucky one?

You bet!

Tasty!:p

My little dog enjoys ferreting out dried up portions of worms and geckoes.
Then he snacks on them or rolls in them, a disgusting habit.
I often wonder why I have dogs.
And then one of them looks at me and I remember.
Unconditional love.

I used to have a dog (70 lbs) that suffered from separation anxiety.
He "ate" four love seats, and more than a few carpets.
Perhaps he didn't eat them, just destroyed them, and they were toast.
Still, I loved that dog and still miss him.