I would also like to know if hair length plays a part. :lol: Flora is very shouty and stroppy and moody with her long coat but TMac is very quiet and loyal with his short hair. Or that could be a M/F thing.
I can't believe how different my two are. They're sisters - Dregs is mostly black and is very patient, likes all people and going out. Charlie Eyebrows is mostly white, hates going out for longer than a five minute stroll and is terrified of almost everything. I think Charlie has shit eyesight to add to the mix.
I think our visiting cats are sisters. The black and white is friendly on her own terms but doesn't really appreciate being picked up. The other one, will let you carry it around like a baby and demand attention if you dare stop smooving it. It isn't bothered by noise or balls or socks being chucked very close to it. It is the loveliest cat ever
Based on a sample of three, I hypothesise that black cats are good with highly strung young ladies such as tortoiseshells. Patient, tolerant, easy going. The three of them have distinctly different personalities but what they have in common is how much crap they tolerate from her.
Our local ginger, Billy, is a bit Roy Cropper. He gets very upset if everything in his world isn't just so. I consider him to patrol the area with a clipboard.
All the lovely cats! Stinky Min is my favourite-not-cat-of-mine.
How are all your cats with fireworks and stuff? Ours will run a mile from visitors but do not twitch a whisker when all hell is breaking loose outside. Really weird.
It's totally random with mine, Dot is usually terrified of fireworks but sometimes doesn't mind. The only noisy things she consistently goes batshit about is the bins being emptied and anyone daring to rustle a carrier bag. Steve doesn't care about anything like that.
Darnell, our brave alpha male, is utterly terrified and goes to hide behind the washing machine until he's very sure it's safe. Moo runs upstairs but seems to believe that upstairs is a magic safe place in itself and once he's there he's just lolling about the place as usual, belly up. Bruce got clingy and needed to sit on my lap but was ok as long as he was with us.
Joy, who is terrified of post, foil, and parcels, barely flinched. She just sat on the coffee table observing her brothers fleeing.
Mine used to both leg it out the cat flap when the doorbell went and then come in shortly afterwards to say hello. They are fine now that we don't have a doorbell and people just knock. They don't care about fireworks. The hoover is obviously v. alarming.
Pix used to fuss about fireworks but less so now. I think this is partially because where we live now has fewer near displays. And also I suspect her of being a bit deaf these days. Cleaning perturbs rather than upsets her. The Sainsbury's Delivery Person is a Thing of Horror, though.
I think I might get an easy going black male cat to help her along in life. :))
Moo has a yellow collar but he is currently going naked, what with it being the holidays. Bruce lost his red collar a while back and I feel it would be presumptuous of me to get him a new one with my phone number on it, although Mr G has suggested this. :))
It is a lot easier when they have their collars on as they are then colour coded.