Well, the inevitable has happened.

Even with two attentive parents within arm’s reach, yesterday Hazel managed to put some cat food in her mouth.  I thought I grabbed all the pieces out of her hands,  so it wasn’t until a few seconds later when I heard her say “mmmm”, that I knew she had stuffed a piece in there when we weren’t looking.  No harm done, I fished my finger in her mouth (dangerous these days, as she has at least six pointy white teeth) and retrieved the soggy piece - much to Hazel’s culinary dismay.  She wailed - but we stood our ground this time. :)