*Ratchet, holding an older Kitty, walks in on Taylor laying on the bed doing nothing*

Ratchet: What are you doing?

Taylor: *sprawled out on her stomach* I don't know. What are you doing?

Ratchet: I don't know.

*a few minutes later 13 year old Hospice walks in to see his mom, dad, and cat all laying on their stomachs on the bed together*

Hospice: *confused* What are you guys doing?

Raylor: We don't know.

Kitty: *yawns*

Hospice: *stares at them before shrugging* Eh. *plops onto the bed between them*

Whole Family: *now laying on their tummies on the bed*

Yes, this has happened.