Just like a large piece of wool between the paws of a playfully vicious cat. Its sharp claws scratch and pull on the loose threads, unweaving the ball. The cat purrs and pulls harder as the yarn ruffles and tears; it purrs stronger, enjoying the power of its sharp claws. The yarn is still fairly intact, aware its purpose is to [solely] amuse and entertain the cat. This cute, cruel, exquisite, intelligent creature that can end the pain in any given moment, but chooses not to.. There is no need to stop – there’s plenty of yarn even after it’s been torn. The cat loves its ball of yarn. And the yarn loves its cat. The cat purrs. The yarn continues to ruffle.