Mom says I'm moving up the career ladder with my mastery of the Art of Begging. I have become quite good. So good, in fact, that nobody (except my mom) can resist feeding me all kinds of tidbits.
Here's some of my past work:

Do not make eye contact!! Must...eat....sooon.....
I feel faint...
I warned you....everything is becoming blurry....too weak to hold my head up....