Of course he gets on well with Bessie and Alexandra, Colin is a scholar and a gentledog and when not hungry, or, as you point out, suffering the discombobulating after-effects of Maud's fashionista antics, he has no trouble accepting that the Bluestocking society includes all sorts of people.
But then sometimes, when tired and emotional, and suffering from ravening hunger, and neglect, his ancient instincts remind him of the thousand generations of his ancestors who found fame and glory going into battle with badgers, and he needs a little peaceful lie down.
I know. I'm the same. Not with badgers so much. Always remember that Quark was right: Hew-mons . . . a wonderful, friendly people, as long as their bellies are full and their holosuites are working. But take away their creature comforts, deprive them of food, sleep, sonic showers, put their lives in jeopardy over an extended period of time and those same friendly, intelligent, wonderful people... will become as nasty and as violent as the most bloodthirsty Klingon. You don't believe me? Look at those faces. Look in their eyes.