After clearing the sink so that Cheryl could work on the chops I got an apple fritter out on a plate and poured myself a cold glass of milk. As I put the milk away (yes, this is dessert before dinner) Cheryl got in between me and the apple fritter. I tried to wait her out but ended up moving her bodily with my hands. Well I guess my hands were cold because she started moving on her own, rolling her shoulders in this series of three weird chicken like wing flaps saying, "YOU'RE HANDS ARE COLD !!!"