Our cats are weird.

*general commotion*
Me: *peers out from behind laptop*
Victoria: *freezes; eyes me warily*
Me: *returns to typing*
Victoria: *flails madly*
Me: *peers out from behind laptop*
Victoria: *freezes; eyes me warily*
Me: *returns to typing*
Victoria: *flails madly*
Me: *peers out from behind laptop - just in time to see Victoria skid halfway across the dining room floor on a bookmark*
Victoria: *freezes - then trots over, sits in front of me, and eyes me expectantly.*
Me: "...what do you want?"
Victoria: *eyes me expectantly*
Me: "What?"
Victoria: *eyes me expectantly*
Me: *pokes cat in the head*
Victoria: *is unmoved*
Me: *pokes cat in the shoulder*
Victoria: *is unmoved*
Me: "Bored now. Go do something else."
Victoria: *promptly leaps up, bounds into the living room, and flops down belly-first on a crocheted egg*

Is she trying to hatch it? I don't know. She makes less sense than Jack does. You can extrapolate Jack's reactions well because he has no brain. Victoria has an alien brain.