It wasn't me, it was the cat
I was at the boyfriends at the weekend and his family have a rather large grey furry ball of the feline kind. She's extremely lazy and her laziness is only exceeded by her greed (if you have cake, she WILL try to climb on to your lap to steal it). Anyway, she gets fed at 5pm and not before, although she will start pestering for food in the early afternoon. On Saturday she'd been pestering and was being ignored for a while when it started raining and the bf had to run out to bring the washing in, and as it was 5pm, he asked me to feed the cat.

She gets half a pouch and as I'd fed her the night before and used the half pouch already in the fridge I opened a new one and went to put the half that was left in the fridge. Only to find that there was already one in there. Turns out the bf's stepdad had fed the cat half an early before going out and the cheeky minx had pestered us into feeding her again. Two dinners? Definitely a victory for the cat.
(Petite chien is going to do science to it, Tue 15 Feb 2011, 21:45, 5 replies)

Cats. Love them
I had a pair of cats who were proper scam artists. If I went out before my boyfriend at the time was home, I would feed them. When said boyfriend came home, they would apparently look honestly hungry.

Strangely enough, when I switched them over to eating raw meat they stopped begging for food when it wasn't dinner time.
(Catomiagi is in with a chance, Tue 15 Feb 2011, 22:28, closed)

I should think there is many a tale to be told along these lines
Although I suspect my cat, being as stupid as he is, has probably genuinely forgotten he's been fed.

He's the sort that looks out the cat flap in the back door and sees it's raining, and then tries the front door to see if the weather's better out there.
(Kliper Filllets Getting noticed by twats on the internet since, Wed 16 Feb 2011, 8:09, closed)

Mine do that
Elwood, when she was alive, used to knock to come in to use the litter tray then ask to be let out again.
(Yellow Car is now red, Wed 16 Feb 2011, 9:11, closed)

I had a cat who would feign injury to get sympathy
He'd look up with mournful eyes, dangling a paw uselessly as if it was broken.

Unfortunately, he'd then blow it because if it didn't work, and food was not forthcoming, he'd try the other paw...
(moon monkey is busy making memories worth repressing, Wed 16 Feb 2011, 10:39, closed)

That is adorable.
Pull the other paw, it's got bells on.
(Catomiagi is in with a chance, Wed 16 Feb 2011, 19:44, closed)