In this first photo, I'm honing my technique and making my move. Note my stellar athleticism and catly reflexes.

In this next one, I've captured the string.
Now I'm raking the s**t out of it.
Awesome!

Now I'm raking the s**t out of it.
My people get mad when I bite the leaves and knock over the containers. They yell at me, but I'm unstoppable. Here's what the resort to when they can't take my antics:
They call it "the hold." Unfair!