I am so white that my whiteness seems merely a kind of lure, a stealthy trick of reflections. When there are leaves above me, I turn green, and blue cinerarias cast upon my flanks a splash of tranquil indigo that barely stirs when I breathe. Have you never seen me rose-coloured at the hour when the great cirrus clouds flee before the setting sun like a flight of flamingoes?
It tires me to have all these colours taking possession of me, because my childhood without a nurse has left me delicate and sensitive, very much taken up with my own fragility and the attention it secures for me. I'm pensive as an angel, and if I often close my eyelids it's to prevent the blue of the sky from meeting and deepening the blue of my eyes."
Obviously a cat who is a very deep thinker as well as being very beautiful and full of itself.
Am I correct in saying white cats are sometimes deaf? I am sure I've heard that somewhere and I suppose I should 'look it up' instead of just asking.
