I had a cat once who spent every night hunting down stick-shaped objects – pencils, pens, straws, toothbrushes, paintbrushes, chopsticks, knives, spoons, combs, etc. – and lining them up in a trail from my bedroom door to the side of my bed. She jumped up on the furniture and countertops searching them down, and wouldn’t rest until the trail was complete. Every morning I had to pick them up and put them back away.
She didn’t announce victory, though. Her only vocalizing was if she was having trouble finding enough pieces, and then it was that kind of mournful warble mama cats make when they’re calling kittens.
I had a cat once who spent every night hunting down stick-shaped objects – pencils, pens, straws, toothbrushes, paintbrushes, chopsticks, knives, spoons, combs, etc. – and lining them up in a trail from my bedroom door to the side of my bed. She jumped up on the furniture and countertops searching them down, and wouldn’t rest until the trail was complete. Every morning I had to pick them up and put them back away.
She didn’t announce victory, though. Her only vocalizing was if she was having trouble finding enough pieces, and then it was that kind of mournful warble mama cats make when they’re calling kittens.