Pierre has been led to believe that he is invisible when he is invisible when he is hiding behind the curtain since he was a kitten. We say “Where’s Pierre?” and walk right past him. He stalks the other cats from his hiding place.
Pierre was contemplating what we call camping (going up under the blanket, covers or whatever else is around to burrow under) when he was busted by this photograph – note the look of “not me” on his face. Never mind the fact it is pushing 100 degrees outside and the air conditioner and celing fan can barely keep up.