Skinny Me and the Platelicker

I have a cat. She's a cranky old cat, but she's mine and I love her. Her name is Chloe.

 However, she believes that it is her birthright to have any chicken that is served in our home. I'll admit, I'm partly to blame for this, but she did come to me this way. I "picked my battles" and never broke her of it.

 Anyway, I found a wonderful way to ensure that I don't go back for seconds... leave my plate (which was previously filled with roast chicken breast, cauliflower and potatoes) on the couch and less than 2 minutes after setting it down, the plate licker approaches! Voila! Since I hate to create unnecessary dishes, there goes any desire for seconds! I shall file this under "techniques to use when I've had a nice tasty dinner and don't need more but want more."