After having conquered the fearsome Nip ‘Nana, I have begun to attack The String!!! My yoga discipline prepares me for this feat.
It is even more dangerous and threatening than ‘Nana because it twines and flexes and jumps and stretches all around, looping itself over paws and ears, and without coordination and planning for some days, The String can tie you in knots!
For example: Here I am battling The String while he (for he is a he) insists that it was I who started a retaliatory game of Cat’s Cradle! Is he out of his MIND?
I thwarted his aggression by rabbit-kicking the bejesus out of him, but he came back for more!
I had almost counterattacked, when I foolishly opened my jaws to take a Zen breath, and LOST CONTACT COMPLETELY!
But with two paws and a foot, I once again taut him a lesson, haha (pun intended).
I tried to draw from past experiences with other aggressive strings, but somehow I couldn’t use the same tactics this time!
With one last chomp, I secured his flailing and flopping and in that precious moment, KNEW deep in my soul, that I had WON!
OH, NO–he coiled himself up and disappeared! And we were having such fun…I think.
Some Strings are just sorry losers.
Of course you won! You are Loulou!
Oh, shucks.
LouLou, I think your toy is just stringing you along !
Oh, you funny lady, I think you are just feeding me a line…