There are only about five spots in the house that Snickers will ever be. So pretty much if you can't find him in four spots, he's in the fifth. No exceptions.
So when I saw him in the living room today, I thought it was safe to vacuum under the bed in my room three minutes later.
But since he's a ninja, turns out I practically attacked Snicks with the vacuum cleaner. I just started vacuuming and basically shoved him aside. He gave me the side eye and then left.
To go to where I can only assume is the spot where he hides his journal chronicling the indignities he has suffered.