Armies Of Ants

Our human has spent the entire week trying to outsmart armies of ants. I'm trying to understand why she would even do this. She can't outsmart cats, and she spends a lot of time with us. She doesn't know the first thing about ants, and she doesn't have the patience to just sit still and study them the way we do when there's something we want to catch. I wish she'd ask me...

Anyway, ants have invaded every kitchen where we're pet sitting, and our human put all the cats' dishes on plates of water. That worked for everyone's food except Baxter's. The problem is that Baxter has a little plate, and the water kept getting into his food.

First, our human put his plate in the foyer, but the ants found it there. Then she moved it into the living room. It took the ants about a nanosecond to find the new location. The next idea was a sort of cube table beside the sofa. When our human got to Baxter's house this morning, he was nowhere to be found (I think he's scared of large numbers of teeny crawling insects) but hundreds of ants were marching up the side of the table and wandering around in Baxter's Fancy Feast. Ugh...

Our human was standing in the middle of the kitchen listening to poor Baxter meow and wondering what to do when she realized the legs of the table in the breakfast room were in the middle of the table, not the edges, and the ants would have to walk across glass to get to his food. That seemed like a real possibility, so she set up the table with a little place mat for Baxter. When she left, Baxter was happily eating his Fancy Feast, and when she want back this evening the plate was licked clean. No rejected food. And even better, no ants!