Plink Plonk

I has been playing a game.

There's a bush, in my territory, that's covered in little round orange things.
I like to stare at them.
I like to stare at them because they fall off.
I don't know when they'll fall off, but I like to wait... then pounce on them as they fall.

Sometimes they fall one at a time.
Sometimes they fall in plinks and plonks - one after another.

I like it when this happens, as I have to choose which ones to pounce on.

Yesterday, I stared at the orange plink plonks until it got dark... then I went home and meowed for food.