Oh, yeah! Kacee has those big, sad eyes! Doesn't do her any good, either. I get up and give her a sample of her own food.
I've told this often, but Muffin would lie down about six feet from me and turn her rear end toward me, lay her head down and pout. No matter what I said, she would ignore me until she heard me get up. Then she'd turn her head around and look to see if I was coming toward her.
Spoiled rotten...