What Time is It? It's String Time!

Our cat, Rosamunda, can look absolutely angelic while sleeping, but in the evenings she turns into a fierce huntress. For a while she would run after projectiles like balls and even the occasional pencil, if we threw them along the upstairs hallway. This would keep her relatively entertained with a minimum of effort from us.

At some point she stopped chasing them and decided she much preferred stalking and attacking a string. So at 7 or 8pm, she will sit on Dear Husband's armchair and look meaningfully between him and the top of the bookcase, where the string lives between sessions. She will meow at him. For a while she would nip him with her teeth, because often he would put her off until she felt that was the only way to get his attention. 

After putting her out of the room a few times and reviewing our parenting techniques, we decided we couldn't reward that aggressive behavior by letting things get so far before acquiescing. At some point she tried reaching out with one of her paws, and DH found it so totally adorable that he decided that would be the signal: a tap with her paw would lead to "string time." I haven't been able to capture sufficiently athletic or acrobatic footage of her leaping and chasing the string, but here's a snapshot of her asking him to play.

Editor's Note: You might appreciate these posts about her "many poses" and her "many faces."