Wolfie, as I've explained here before, is our dog-cat. He absolutely adores playing with balls, especially if they make noise. His favorite toy, next to the feathers-on-a-fishing-pole deal, is aluminum foil rolled up into a nice ball, just big and noisy enough for him to enjoy rolling down the stairs or batting around the floor. Each morning, I get up, and find an aluminum foil ball in the hallway at the top of the stairs, and each morning, I kick or throw it down the stairs, much to Wolfie's delight as he chases after it.
Saturday, I got up as usual and got online, reading the newsgroups and waking up. As I went upstairs to the bathroom, half-awake, my DH said "Did you see Wolfie's new sleeping partner?" Rather groggy still, all I could think of was Wolfie curled up on the bed, sleeping next to another kitty, maybe Brando. As I walked into the bedroom expecting to see two cute kitties curled up next to each other, I scratched my head as all I saw was Wolfie, contentedly sleeping on the waterbed. "Huh?" I intelligently asked my husband. "Look closer," he answered. There, right next to Wolfie, was one of his precious aluminum foil balls.
Saturday night, Wolfie decided he'd rather sleep in the hallway than on the bed. Okay, fine. Little did I know what he was really up to.
Sunday, I woke and stumbled out of bed as usual. Wolfie was sleeping like a sweet little cherub in the hallway. And right next to him were no less than three aluminum foil balls. Thing is, they were lined up in a perfectly straight line.
We are now firmly convinced that he is trying to build an antenna to contact the Mother Ship!