I had a little calico named Yankee who had a big orange rabbit's foot (fake) that she would play with for hours, throwing it up in the air, kicking it around (even with her back feet like she was playing soccer!), carrying it around in her mouth. But sometimes, after playing for awhile, she would seek me out, meowing plaintively. That's when I knew she had either kicked it under the couch, the refrigerator, or the pantry door and needed me to rescue it for her!