I dangle the yarn in front of Henry's face, watching him bat at it uselessly with his tiny paws. Henry is a small orange cat brimming with malice towards everything and everyone besides his masters. His masters that may provide and take care of him, but they toy with him just as well. With the yarn or string or whatever in one hand and a grin on my face, I make certain that Henry's attempts are fruitless. I have no intention to torment him, but he is tormented nonetheless. I have had things dangled before my eyes, out of my reach my entire life.