Simon had four cats – like me – each with his/her own personality.
This reminds me of DeeDee. Black as the Ace of Spades and rescued from a farm stable. Even then she’d sit with her back to me when miffed…taking a sneaky peek over her shoulder to make sure that you knew that she was sulking :o)
She’d have HOURS of fun with a paper bag or a crumpled piece of tinfoil!