Moe has this passion for bottle caps - preferably the metal ones as they
make more noise on the hard floors in the house (kitchen, "dat tiled room"
and the hardwood floors in the bedroom).  She loves for us to throw them, so
she can "hunt" them, and bring us her "catch", and then waits for us to
throw it again (and again, and again.....it's never ending).

Since we have 8 cats, and none of them want to sleep at the same time we do,
we close the bedroom door at night.  The other night I was waken by a "clink
clink clink" against the bedroom door.  I get up, open the door and find
Moe, right there at the door, with a bottlecap.  I pick up the bottlecap,
put it on the nightstand after closing the door (with Moe still outside the
bedroom).  I need my sleep (so does DH - *he* has to bring home the
shrimpies).  About an hour later....."clink clink clink".   The little
Tater-head has found another bottlecap.  By the time DH's alarm went off, I
think there were about 5 bottlecaps on the nightstand.

And when DH gets up, he leave the bedroom door open.  Moe comes in, hops on
the bed.  Immediately sees the bottlecaps on the nightstand.  "Clink...
clink... clink... clink... clink...".  One by one the drops them on the
floor (bedrooms have hardwood floors).  Moe follows them to the floor.  More
clinking.  Then Moe hops back up to the bed.  She walks over to where I'm
laying and, in her raspy-squeaky voice, meows at me pleadingly.  I sit up.
Moe has brought a bottlecap to me and dropped it on my chest.  I throw it
out of the bedroom and proceed to rub my eyes while she flies (literally -
one leap and she was off the bed and landing in the living room - her feet
never touched the bedroom floor) after the bottlecap.  No sooner had I swung
my legs over the side of the bed and my feet touched the floor, when I feel
the jiggle of a cat jumping up on the bed.  It's Moe.  With a bottlecap.  I
throw it gain.  She chases it again.  I have to pee.  By the time I make it
to the bathroom, Moe has her "prey".  I sit on the throne.  Moe brings me
the bottlecap, but this time dropping it just out of my reach on the hall
floor.  She must know that when Hoomins sit on the Big White Bowl, the air
tends to start to not smell very good.  She meows at me a couple times,
urging me to hurry up and throw the bottlecap.

I finish my "duties" and flush.  Pick up the bottlecap and give it a toss.
Moe gives pursuit.  I head to the 'puter to check newsgroups, email and
local online news.  At my feet, I hear a clink, and fur brushes past my
legs.  A few seconds later, I hear a Moe-meow.  I ignore it, concentrating
on the idiotbox.  A couple minutes later, I hear another clink, followed by
a Moe-meow.  Again I ignore it.  About a half-hour later, I get up from the
computer, after Moe has gotten fed up with being ignored and wandered off,
and I find 4 bottlecaps have been dropped by my feet, neatly in a row.

I decide to get even with Moe, and walk out to the living room, rattling all
four bottlecaps in my hand as I do so.  Just the clinking of them is enough
to wake her from her nap, and she trots over to me.  I throw one - she darts
off after it. As soon as she 'catches' it, I throw another.  Her head pops
up at the sound of it hitting the floor.  She leaves the first one and heads
to the second one.  I throw the third just before she gets to #2.  Her head
spins so fast, I think she might have whiplash (I'm giggling at this point).
She heads to #3.  I throw #4.  This time she just stops walking, and looks
at where all 4 of them have landed, one at a time.  She is deciding which
one of them is worthy of her 'attentions'.  Then she hears me giggling at
her predicament.  The proverbial light bulb goes off over her head.  She has
figured me out.  She stalks off to sulk.

Later, in the evening, I am watching TV (the original idiot box), and Moe
hops up on the sofa - apparently the earlier incident is forgiven (or
forgotten - you can never tell with cats).  I am laying on my side, somewhat
curled - Moe finds the hollow behind my knees and lays down.  All is fine,
until I feel her trying to dig under my thighs (which would take a bit of
digging ;) ), so I sit up to check it out - after all, a bug might have been
crawling on me (ick).  The stinker has brought a bottlecap up onto the sofa.

Another round of fetch ensues - at least until my arm gets tired.

When my arm does finally wear out, she takes the bottlecap and wanders off.
A few minutes later, I see her playing with the turbo-scratcher.  I happen
to know the ball is missing (and it's Moe that made it go missing), so I go
over to check.  She has dropped the bottlecap in the track for the ball and
is batting it around like she would the ball.  She then retrieves the
bottlecap from the track, only to drop it back into the track on the other
side of the turbo-scratcher, and starts batting it around the track again.

Oh well, at least she's amusing herself now, and giving my arm a rest.