This morning I received a phone call from my wife. She informed me that Fran found the string and was playing with it in the hallway. Initailly, Maria thought that I had played a cruel joke on her - giving Fran the string to initiate a day full of torturous meows. But then she realized that Fran had found the stash on her own.

The string stash was located in a small purse hung high atop a nail in our bedroom closet. Fran seemingly lept five feet into the air, swatted the purse off the hook, and dragged the string out into the hallway where she waited for Maria to come home and play. She needs help.