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*Wiggling the string toy for my cats*
*I swing it over to Maple's paws*
Maple: Mother you are breaking my immersion. No prey would so readily surrender itself to me. I am a hunter to be feared. Mother I cannot believe that this is a creature I am meant to hunt. It should fear me. It should tremble and flee before--
*I swing the toy away*
Maple: Mother. That is simply too far. I am not going over there.