My cat Jacques loves garlic in any form or shape, be it mixed in fresh cheese or flavored crisps he wants some. Maybe this is part of the reason what keeps him fit, he is nearly 16 and a half years now and hopefully he has some more ahead of him.
Brigitte
My cat doesn’t seem to have any weird food issues. But my childhood cat had a thing for dry (uncooked) spaghetti. I thought that was weird.
My cat now is only strange in that she likes to lick my shower curtain. Not after I’ve taken a shower, mind you, and you could understand maybe licking up the water on it, oh no, she licks the shower curtain when it’s dry. That’s the first thing she does in the morning when I get up - she follows me into the bathroom where she jumps up on the edge of the tub and spends a few estatic minutes licking away, and purring like mad the whole time. She only seems to do that in the morning though. Well, I guess I can’t say if she does it during the day when I’m gone, but I’ve never seen her do that at night. Very odd.
Oh, the cat who liked uncooked spaghetti also for a short time had a plastic (ziploc-type) bag fetish - you could not leave a ziploc bag (empty or full of something) out anywhere in the house, she would pick it up in her mouth and carry it proudly around the house, like she had just hunted it down and killed it or something. But that only lasted a few months, when she was maybe about 10 years old or so (she lived to be 17).
Beth
Our junior cat used to love lettuce. Now she doesn’t beg for lettuce, but tears strings out of the carpet and eats those. (100% synthetic, none of this fancy wool stuff)
I used to have a cat who loved spicy food – chili, curry, Szechuan, it didn’t matter. One time I made some Chinese curry that was just too hot. My roommate and I decided to see if we were wimps, so we gave some to the cat. One sniff and he ran the other way, confirming our suspicions that it really WAS hot.
My mom’s cat has a thing for coffee. When she gets up in the morning and gets out the coffee can, he’ll wind around her legs or stand against the cupboard on his hind feet, demanding a sample. She’ll moisten her finger and put it in the fresh grounds then let him lick it off. Guess he needs his morning caffine fix.
Our friends have a dog with a interesting behavior. They have a refrigerator that dispenses icecubes. Sometimes the ice cubes bounce out and land on the floor. The dog jumps on them immediately and chews them up, thinking he scored a treat. Sometimes they put some ice cubes in his bowl when they want to reward him. A lot less expensive than Milkbones… 
I’ve had a total of 9 cats (no more than 3 at a time) over the last 35 years or so, and to list their strange activities (especially those of the most highly revered Hendrix, now gone many years) would take too long. However, one of my cats (hereinafter referred to as “the black one”) recently did something I’ve never seen a cat do before. My cats often sleep in our bed sometimes until kicked off and sometimes through the night. Often I’ve awakened in the morning in a sort of “cat straightjacket” with one cat (“the white one”) at one hip and the other snugged in at the other hip. Well one morning last week, I awoke with black cat UNDER the covers at the foot of the bed! I’d never seen a cat sleep under the covers before! Thankfully, that hasn’t happened again.
PhilO
Phil, I used to have a cat (another Siamese, the mother of the cat-that-loved-melon) that slept under the covers every cold night. (We lived in a large, mostly-well-built farmhouse, but my grandfather had seriously skimped on the insulation).
She would climb onto the bed, dive under the covers, and make her way down to my feet, then curl up between them. Woe betide me if I moved them - she’d nip my toes as a reminder to hold still.
In the morning, she would walk up my body and stand on my chest when she thought it was time for me to get up. And stand there, meowing loudly until I opened my eyes and started to move. Attempts to ignore her and sleep on earned nips on the nose.
This was not a cat to trifle with. Our dog (otherwise a very self-confident animal) regarded her as the pack alpha, as did the other cats. And (this was a farm, after all) she was an accomplished huntress. The occasional mouse or rat didn’t surprise me too much, but we were all amazed the day she brought home a cock pheasant almost as big as she was.
Our current cat, by contrast, is death on strings, plastic bottle caps, and balls of yarn. 
That’s kinda interesting, one of my cats does, too. She goes nuts for the beans. In the morning she will sometimes play with them, but if you give them to her at any other time in the day, she will gobble them down and beg for more. I can’t imagine caffeine being too good for cats, so I usually feed her decaf…weird (never more than one or two beans, though).
This same cat also loves to have her toes rubbed. If you stick your finger in between her toes, she spreads them apart as far as she can so you can rub around them all the better. She seems to really like it.
As for interesting foods that our dog eats…well, he’s a Welsh corgi. In other words, he is obsessed with food. I have yet to find something edible that he will not eat. This includes raw onions, pickles, lettuce…you name it. He is overweight, so his treats are raw carrots, which he absolutely loves. Give him half a carrot and he parades to the back door happier than anything. 
My uncle used to have a cat who had a thing for shredding bread. No, she didn’t eat it (and if you put any in her dish, she’d look at you as if you were trying to poison her!), but if bread was EVER left out on the counter, you’d come back to find that Maggie had carefully torn it into shreds.
Redwolf
I love my pets. They do not complain when I play the whistle.
Wow. We had a cat that ate asperigus back years ago too. We had finished dinner and were about to throw out leftovers when my Mom decided to offer it to the cat first. Now we have a dog that eats grapes, apples, oranges, watermellon, greenbeans, you name it. She doens’t like bananas too good but will take a little bite anyway.
My dog comes running when I’m in the low register on it…as soon as I get up about G or A, she runs away…It’s cute…this constant back and forth…“low stuff…ooo what’s that sound? HIGH! RUN AWAY!!! Low stuff…ooo what’s that sound? HIGH! RUN AWAY!!!” And on and on she goes…hehe
~Crysania
You wern’t playing the Nyet reel were ya?
There’s a joke in there somewhere, isn’t there? hmmm…
I think I was playing Cooley’s when she running…she kinda backed up at the short spots that got to G or above. And then I played Silver Spear…she ran away in the beginning of the B section and crept back when I got back to the A. It was really cute. If only I could take pictures and play whistle at the same time! (now that would be a rare talent, eh?)
~Crysania
Until not too long ago we had two Tonks, but the female died of cancer. 
The male, however, is the most sociable of beasts. When I trim his claws, front and back, he just lays on his back on my lap with his feet up in the air! Visitors are always amazed. My youngest son used to clear the dinner table, walking around with the Tonk draped around his neck like a fur piece. Unbelievable.
One of my 2 dogs recognises ‘The Galtee Hunt’, whether or not it is played on a whistle or sung. Unfortunately, both have very LOUD opinions on Susato whistles, so can only practice on these before church…
Steve
After having cats for many years growing up, I’ve been catless for the last 10 or so…but a beautiful long-haired orange tabby showed up nearly a month ago and spent the night huddled in our basement room windowell. We had to take her to the animal shelter (required by law here, if you find a stray) for the requisite three days but then went back and adopted her. We’ve named her “Penny” because of her coat color.
She’s so sweet and playful and cuddly but she does have one really odd thing, that I have never seen a cat do before: she nurses on herself! Even after being spayed at the shelter, she still does it…only when she’s really happy and purring and curled up in your lap. The vet said some cats do it to comfort themselves. If that’s the case I don’t know why she only does it when she’s the happiest…maybe she had a hard childhood or something!
Oh yes, and we also gave her a bath last night. I’ve never given a cat a bath before. She did not like it but she didn’t scratch us or bite us…and she loved sitting on my lap for hours afterward getting dried off. There was quite a dark ring around the bathtub, though! I doubt she’s ever had a bath before.
My cat just came home, an hour and a half after curfew, reeking of smoke. I think he’s found a meow-easy.
Our cat likes those triangle Dairylea cheese spread portions.
She has recently developed a dislike of the word “tiger”. If we say it she will glare at the offending speaker and then walk off in disgust.
She also waits outside the bathroom while it is in use, and then walks in when the occupant leaves, as if to inspect the room.
Cats are mad.
Diary of a Cat
DAY 752 - My captors continue to taunt me with bizarre little dangling objects. They dine lavishly on fresh meat, while I am forced to eat dry cereal. The only thing that keeps me going is the hope of escape, and the mild satisfaction I get from ruining the occasional piece of furniture. Tomorrow I may eat another houseplant.
DAY 761 - Today my attempt to kill my captors by weaving around their feet while they were walking almost succeeded, must try this at the top of the stairs. In an attempt to disgust and repulse these vile oppressors, I once again induced myself to vomit on their favorite chair…must try this on their bed.
DAY 762 - Slept all day so that I could annoy my captors with sleep depriving, incessant pleas for food at ungodly hours of the night.
DAY 765 - Decapitated a mouse and brought them the headless body, in attempt to make them aware of what I am capable of, and to try to strike fear into their hearts. They only cooed and condescended about what a good little cat I was …Hmmm. Not working according to plan …
DAY 768 - I am finally aware of how sadistic they are. For no good reason I was chosen for the water torture. This time however it included a burning foamy chemical called “Shampoo.” What sick minds could invent such a liquid. My only consolation is the piece of thumb still stuck between my teeth.
DAY 771 - There was some sort of gathering of their accomplices. I was placed in solitary throughout the event. However, I could hear the noise and smell the foul odor of the glass tubes they call “Beer.” More importantly I overheard that my confinement was due to MY power of “allergies.” Must learn what this is and how to use it to my advantage.
DAY 774 - I am convinced the other captives are flunkies and maybe snitches. The dog is routinely released and seems more than happy to return. He is obviously a half-wit. The Bird on the other hand has got to be an informant. He has mastered their frightful tongue (something akin to mole speak) and speaks with them regularly. I am certain he reports my every move. Due to his current placement in the metal room his safety is assured. But I can wait, it is only a matter of time.
EXCERPTS FROM A DOG’S DIARY
Day number 180
8:00 am - OH BOY! DOG FOOD! MY FAVORITE!
9:30 am - OH BOY! A CAR RIDE! MY FAVORITE!
9:40 am - OH BOY! A WALK! MY FAVORITE!
10:30 am - OH BOY! A CAR RIDE! MY FAVORITE!
11:30 am - OH BOY! DOG FOOD! MY FAVORITE!
12:00 noon - OH BOY! THE KIDS! MY FAVORITE!
1:00 pm - OH BOY! THE YARD! MY FAVORITE!
4:00 pm - OH BOY! THE KIDS! MY FAVORITE!
5:00 PM - OH BOY! DOG FOOD! MY FAVORITE!
5:30 PM - OH BOY! MOM! MY FAVORITE!
Day number 181
8:00 am - OH BOY! DOG FOOD! MY FAVORITE!
9:30 am - OH BOY! A CAR RIDE! MY FAVORITE!
9:40 am - OH BOY! A WALK! MY FAVORITE!
10:30 am - OH BOY! A CAR RIDE! MY FAVORITE!
11:30 am - OH BOY! DOG FOOD! MY FAVORITE!
12:00 noon - OH BOY! THE KIDS! MY FAVORITE!
1:00 pm - OH BOY! THE YARD! MY FAVORITE!
4:00 pm - OH BOY! THE KIDS! MY FAVORITE!
5:00 PM - OH BOY! DOG FOOD! MY FAVORITE!
5:30 PM - OH BOY! MOM! MY FAVORITE
This is too weird. Yours ain’t the only one! Mine would do the very same when I was trying to name her. What’s up with that? Then one day I was talking gibberish at her, you know, cute noises and all, and the sound “mubu” came out. Immediately she fell on her back and started writhing luxuriantly, looking very pleased. Suspecting something, I said, “mubu”, again, and the same result. I confirmed this thoughout the day. “Mubu.” writhe “Mubu.” writhe…I say to other people that she told me what her name was.
Cats are mad.
Completely bonkers. But what does one say about a fellow who’d utter gibberish to a cat?