I knew a cat in a recording studio who enjoyed sleeping inside the kick drum. I figured it had learned its lesson when someone ran over and stomped on the pedal, but as soon as the band left the cat climbed inside and went back to sleep. That happened 3 or 4 times every day, it would lay in there and glare at the drummer until they stomped on the bass pedal to get it out because "Fuck you, I'm a cat".
man, it should not have taken more than a couple of tries on that skill tester. guy could have had himself a cat but his friend kept giggling and distracting him.
Many animals can ignore, but cats can ignore the living SHIT out of something. 20% of their waking time is spent in "Look how much I am totally fucking ignoring you" mode.
It's an uncertainty principle thing: if we exactly know the kitten's position (and we do because he doesn't give a fuck enough to move), we can't know his exact fuck-giving, so every now and again a non-zero reading is detected.