I can still see you....

One of the fondest memories I have of our first cat Taz, was his similarity to a human toddler with respect to his undeveloped reasoning process regarding his environment. For example, you know how a child, when it knows it's done something wrong will try (try being the operative word here) to hide behind something and assume that because it can't see you - you must therefore not be able to see it, unaware that an unconcealed forehead or foot is giving it away.

Well Taz was like that too. He would try to hide (for the purposes of stalking his master errrr... prey), but would inevitably leave his ears protruding above his hiding place enough to betray his stealth. I used to laugh so hard at that.