I've been fostering them for seven months. Simon, the blind cat, and his seeing-eye-cat brother Sampson. I first brought them home and due to Simon's vision problems, I confined them to my bathroom. They immediately made themselves at home...in the bathroom sink.
As they became used to the other animals and the new living situation, they began exploring the house. Simon played up his vision problems all he could.
Simon: Is that you, Sampson? Hellloooo???
Rudy: Go away - you know perfectly well I'm not Sampson.
Simon: ...did you see all this stuff on the floor? I almost tripped over it!
And Sampson seemed to take his responsibilities to his brother very seriously.
Sampson: Just doing my duty as a Seeing-Eye Cat, and cleaning up around here.
They did a good job pretending that Simon couldn't see much... until they realized they were going to be able to stay with me until they were adopted. Then all of a sudden, Simon's eyes seemed to magically get better. Not only could he see to get around the house without his brother, he could even see well enough in places he had never been, like a vet's office, or a friend's house, to be able to jump on and off tables without a problem. He and Sampson stopped spending any time together, and Sampson gave up his Seeing Eye Cat duties altogether. That's when I realized it had all been a scam to make me feel sorry for them so I would take them home. Because if you haven't noticed by now, the disabled ones always get to me. That's why I currently have a deaf foster dog, a three-legged foster dog, and a supposedly blind (but possibly just brilliant and conniving) cat. At least I did until yesterday. Because yesterday Simon and Sampson went home on a trial adoption! I just wonder if they're pulling their same "He's blind and I'm his seeing-eye cat" scam there.
Sampson: Don't forget to stumble when you jump down, like you couldn't see the ground.
Simon: Don't worry, I've got it...