The 7MSN Ranch's Camo George inspired me to find this in my archived photos.
Field walking is not limited to dogs. MiMau comes trotting after, yelling to let me know that she's back there. Gaited differently from the dogs, she runs and rests, runs and rests. When she runs her little tummy swings from side to side like a cow's bag.
While always bringing up the rear, she never loses sight of us.
On the day of the CamoCat picture, I had lost sight of her, and worried until I finally saw her peeky little face in the grapevine brush.
I have a friend who believes that cats know how to camouflage themselves and given choices, will place themselves where they are difficult to find against the background.
On occasion, it's difficult for MiMau, even with her multiple pale shadings, to find a place to hide. Her philosophy is that, under certain circumstances, One Must Make Do.