My orange cat had a brain and he often used it for evil. He also used it twice to decide to jump off a 3rd floor condo balcony. He was ok both times but one of those times he ran back up to the 2nd floor condo and the lady there let him in and tried to keep him. So maybe it wasn't the BEST brain. I still loved him and miss him.

It's easier to measure volume when the skull is completely empty.

The sweetest cat I ever had was orange.

His ass does NOT have the braincell

They learned how to cross the street, tho