My old cat was the first family cat and we let him eat from our food, giving him scraps and if something suitable got dropped, letting him eat it before cleaning up. Anyway he became a total menace, you couldn’t cook or eat dinner without his baleful eyes on you or straight up trying to take from your plate, and it got to the point where we had to shut him out of the room, but he would still meow in a heartbreaking way (he wasn’t a vocal cat so we took this seriously) and just gave in. He was so bold, one day I was eating fish fingers and he snuck his paw up really sneakily without me noticing at first and just took one. It was really funny though