Kitty is restless and giddy. Tied to the wrist makes you like this. Lighter than air she bobs her head from side to side. Her felt-tip gaze is empty, but for a question. She catches the eye of her infant captor. Without words they nod silently back and loose the string. She ascends. The child stares in dribbling awe at the power of their action. There is wonder and joy in the freedom. It is drowning out the voice of the parent who scolds.