Oh Fister...two words...TIC..TAC!
Reminds me of my childhood cat, Gigi. Heaven forbid you had to get up to get butter or soda or anything at the table. She'd jump up on the chair and non chalantly put her paw on whatever was on your plate. No stealing, no begging. Just knowing FULL well my mom wouldn't let us eat anything she had even TOUCHED. LOL. She'd just wait to be served the "kootied" food on her plate!
Claudia