We had a workshop out in the back yard with a flat tin roof when I was growing up. One night the dog barked and wanted out the back. I opened the door and let him loose and turned on the light. On top of the tin roof was 8 to ten cats just sitting. A couple or three more on a rubber tree branch overhanging one corner of the roof, and a couple or three more on a step ladder and other high things about that building. They were having a meeting.<quoted text>
"You never see animals going through the absurd and often horrible fooleries of magic and religion. Only man behaves with such gratuitous folly. It is the price he has to pay for being intelligent but not, as yet, intelligent enough." ~Aldous Huxley
I walked out there and looked up at them and they just looked back at me, and my German Shepard. I told them to leave. They didn't. They just looked down at me and at each other. I looked down at my dog and he was just looking kind of bumfuzzled. He had stopped barking after I let him loose. So I said, Hokay, and me and the dog went back into the house and they went back to their business.
Animals can get strange every so often.