Every night Mabel gets a Denta Stick, her routine is she takes it from the kitchen, through the dining room, down the hall, into the bedroom where she gets in her bed, then eats it. Tonight there was a cat standing in the doorway from the kitchen to the dining room. She stopped dead in her tracks, because she won’t go through a door if a cat is the way. She just stood there, with the Denta Stick in her mouth, and looked at me like “what do I do now?” Eventually the cat moved. Relieved, Mabel ran full speed to the bedroom.