Stitch plays fetch. He loves it, more than anything else. When he was younger, my stepdad would bring him home packages of earplugs (clean ones) that were on a string. Stitch would have so much fun packing them around, rolling himself up in them, etc. One day, he was walking around with them in his mouth, and he brought them up to me and dropped them at my feet. He sat there for a few minutes looking at me, and then started meowing continuously. I didn't know what was wrong with him, I tried petting him, talking to him, picking him up and cuddling him, checking to see if anything was wrong with him, etc.. Eventually I picked up the earplugs and threw them -- off he went and a few seconds later I heard a 'plunk' and there he was, waiting for me to throw them again. Ever since, he'll find a pair of his earplugs laying somewhere around the house and he'll bring them up to me and meow until I throw them for him. He could play all night if he wanted to, I usually play fetch with him for a half-hour to an hour a night and then try my best to ignore his meows. Sometimes, we go for almost two hours!