I was working on a project that involved a frame attached to legs with a blanket stretched across it. Moonie came in to visit and decided, as cats do, that right in the middle of the blanket was the most comfortable, convenient place for her to be. Ray soon followed.
He knew she was there somewhere, he could smell her nice and strong, but darned if he could find her. Moonie watched safely from her hammock as his tail passed to and fro. You can tell from the blurriness of the tail that it was wagging.