Blanket monster

So the FP Gal and I were watching a movie last night. Crazy Ozzie was running around (crazily of course) throughout the night. Eventually, he climbed up on the couch. He'd allow a little bit of petting but wouldn't let us hold him. After a bit he poked around at the blanket on top of the couch.
The movie ended (not to ruin it for you, but the younger sister returned from Africa) and we started getting ready for bed. One part of our nightime activities is tracking down Calypso and giving her a pill. Cats really don't like this. After we got it down (and felt certain she'd swallowed it) we let her go. She jumped up on the top of the couch and looked unhappy.
Three seconds later, the blanket jumped at her. Ozzie had burrowed under the blanket so he was completly covered. Sensing his prey was near he attacked. Did she react? Nope. Completly unfazed. He kept jumping against her and she kept not caring. We laughed and laughed and laughed.
You see, I've long played the blanket monster game with the cats. You put your hand under the blanket and you get them to fight you. So when Ozzie ambushed her, she didn't care. Attacking blankets are a normal part of her life.
Cats, you can't make them up.