You know how it goes. Dogs have masters, cats have staff. Caesar definitely has my husband right where he wants him.
There are many, many methods of concealment. Caesar doesn’t know any of them.
Even the dog – Sparky, a Jack Russell with more bounce to the ounce – lets him have the heater.
And Titch? She is the cat who walks by herself (Rudyard Kipling). But humans are occasionally useful…
Caesar reminds me of my Chloe, trying to “hide” at the vet’s office – I was standing, she was on the floor, and she dove halfway between my legs and stopped with her back to the tech, who laughed, “If I can’t see her, she can’t see me!”
That sounds so like her!