Yes, isn't it weird.  She's more dog than cat. She brings me a toy,
waits on edge for me to throw it, races so that she slides on the tile
and almost crashes into the door, grabs the toy, races back, drops it,
"murr-rou" (like ouch) then, poses ready to run and fetch again. When
she wants to play, she also will come and stand up fully and reach up
as high as she can and 'taps' me with a mitten paw, like "hey, remember
me?", then, once she has my attention, it is back to the game again.
She also heels, walking by my side. Sits by my legs (or on the back of
my chair) until we say "get you some business" and then she gets her
some "gone" hahahaha.

My parents had a cat named James whom I taught to fetch when he was a
kitten. It was hilarious. I would toss coffee can covers across the room and
he would chase them down and return them. A couple of times I was able to
give the covers enough hang time for James to catch them.

Unfortunately, as I went along in high school and had less and less free
time to play with him, our thing stopped. When he died in 1997, I buried him
with a coffee can cover.

I've had two!

Fugazi (RB) used to carry her play rope in and expect you to throw it
so she could catch it and bring it back. At the time I thought it was
unusual but then when we got Sarrasine she does it as well....with
anything...she even brings it to me and drops it at my feet and if I
don't immediately pick it up and throw it again then she taps me on the
knee to make sure I know she's waiting for another throw

Lesley

Slave of the Fabulous Furballs

My two red male cats do. They are 2 years old now. Spot will chase and
fetch empty cigarete packs. Nacho will fetch milk jug rings. Each will run
after and play with the others favorite fetch items, but will not bring it
back.

I have two that play fetch.  One of them, Moe (spayed female DSH) will play
fetch with botlecaps.  The metal bottlecaps, like from a beer bottle (if she
even hears us open a beer, she comes running and *begs* for the bottlecap,
if we don't throw it for her, but instead lay it on the table, she will
'sneak' up onto the table and steal it!).  She's almost frantic about it at
times.  The other, Bam-Bam (neutered male DSH) will bring a raggedy,
tailless fake mouse for us to toss.  He's not as frantic as Moe, but I think
she's secretly training him to be :D

A while back I wrote up an episode about Moe and her fetish with bottlecaps,
this happened about a year ago (according to the date on the file on my HD,
a year ago tomorrow!):

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.

Oh, yeah!!!!  I have six cats.  It started with Shadow, my Russian Blue
(May 1, 2000 - March 1, 2006, RIP Fur Angel).  He loooooved bottle
caps.  We drink a lot of Pepsi, and you had to screw the cap back on
after each sip, or Shadow would make off with your bottle cap.  He
would come and sit on top of the table next to the arm chair, purring
and looking at you all sweetie-pie eyes, as if to say, "Oh, come on,
you know you don't really need that bottle cap, you know you want to
give it to me!" and if you didn't keep an eye on him, he'd get a little
bit closer, a little bit closer, a little bit closer to that bottle
cap, and then very quietly pick it up in his mouth and jump off that
table so fast....you'd never even know it was gone until you heard the
unmistakable sound of Shadow dropping that bottle cap on the linoleum,
and then batting it around and around and around, clearly loving the
sound it made on the linoleum.  One day after he'd nabbed my bottle cap
three times in a row while I was engrossed in watching the movie
Stealth, I dubbed him the "Stealth Catter." As I was picking up the
bottle cap to rinse it off and re-cap my bottle, when I noticed him
staring at it in my hands intently, like a dog does when he wants you
to throw something for him to fetch.  So, I tossed it for him, and
danged if he didn't go rushing after it, bring it back, and drop it at
my feet!  Well, we played this game off and on all afternoon, and thus
began the longstanding tradition of The Fetching Stealth Catters in the
Cameron family.  All I have to do is uncork a Pepsi, and the hiss
brings the Fetching Stealth Catters out in numbers!  They all come
rushing over with intent looks on their faces, staring two holes
through that fabulous prized bottle cap in my hand.  I wave it at them,
and their heads bob back and forth to follow it, then I throw it and
they all do a mad scramble to fetch it first!  Shadow has since passed
on, but not before he passed his talent along to Dandelion, my flame
point Siamese, who is the most inexhaustible Fetching Stealth Catter of
all.