After a week of Cuthbertification of the Carter household, I think I can say that a deaf cat is a little harder and odder to deal with than a hearing cat, but there are pluses to go along with the minuses.

Pro: He didn’t yowl in the car, not even when I turned up the radio and yowled myself.
Con: If you want to feel like a complete idiot, you’ll talk to a deaf cat. It’s even more pointless than talking to a hearing one.

Pro: He doesn’t care if the other cats growl at him.
Con: He doesn’t care if I growl at him.

Pro: He still has funny little chirps and tweets and mrrraps.
Con: He sounds like an adolescent Wookiee when he meows. Raaaaaaaarr.

Pro: He’s not jumpy.
Con: Not even when I’m trying to get him to STOP DOING WHAT YOU’RE DOING YOU SILLY CAT!

Pro: He can’t hear the crinkle crinkle crinkle of a plastic bag.
Con: He still loves plastic bags. Why? WHYWHY? *crinklecrinklecrinkle*

Pro: He can’t hear the rattle rattle rattle of a paper bag.
Con: HE STILL LOVES PAPER BAGS! WHYWHYWHYWHY??!?!!

Pro: He doesn’t come running whenever he hears a can opener.
Con: That’s because he was already sprawled underfoot. Mrrap!

Pro: He’s pretty adorable.
Con: Which makes sending him away to join the circus more painful.

Ah well, I guess I’ll have to live with him.