Incidentally, cat in chair (Kero, female) is the least playful but most loveable, been-through-hell-and-back rescue kitty, and she usually has an air of being “wiser” than Bastian (the grey “tuxedo” cat, also female). So that “stupid cat” look is real. Sebastian is big, clumsy, f’n neurotic, and generally just weird, however, she has strange moments of supercatintelligence that leave Mr. Stasaeon and I amazed and confounded. She’s our “special child”. Kero, on the other hand, is just bright all the time, and as a bonus, she loves everyone to death if they’re nice to her. But she does seem to think Sebastian is pretty dim. She’s not too far off. But then I say that and I’ll find Bastian doing the NY Times crossword or something.
And for your amusement: Sebastian does barrel into Kero regularly. Hourly. She does it to the rest of us, too. And across tables and desktops and cupboards. She’s broken a few bowls and glasses in her day, knocked a few plants to their deaths. You can make her barrel around, too, she hates being touched: just pick the bitch up. Like letting go of a windup toy wound too tightly. I love it.
That is pretty cute, Ana. I have to figure out how to link up my home movies of my kitties - my cat loves to be swung around in a laundry basket, and my husband’s cat loves to orbit him - whenever he sits on the floor, she plops down on the floor beside him and pulls herself around him. It’s pretty darned entertaining.
Okay, doing a little more research on cats seeing in colour, it appears that they do, somewhat. From this site (about halfway down):
Oh, with those two it was hate at first sight. Streaker used to sleep between us with his back to my then-boyfriend. He would bite his feet in bed at night. There was nothing but antipathy there. Streaker knew that guy was a bad egg (too bad it took me so long to realize it)…