So the cat has taken to jumping on the table and immediately licking any human food he finds, no matter how recently he's eaten or how vigorously I squirt him. I dunno, cat, right?
Anyway, after ingesting several times the RDA of cat spit, I've now started doing the whole fox-chicken-bag of grain thing every time I leave the table, only it's the cat on the floor-plate in the microwave thing, which is less complicated and less fun.
It does make putting an entire meal on the table at once a fun task, though — particularly if it's one that involves actually using the microwave or oven for its intended purpose. I'm running out of handy storage boxes and I'm looking at you, dishwasher.
It also means having to Rachael Ray all of the plates to the table at once.