Where do I start,
Pixie (one of our first ever 2 cats, now deceased). Escaped from our local vets out of a cardboard box when two dogs in a car barked. Missing for about 4 days, (vets a good 5 miles from where we lived at the time). Turned up at home, not at all hungry and completely unphased by the experience.
Ronnie (one of our current cats), so sweet, he climbs up on to my chest and washes my face, arms etc. Very doting and capable of sorting any dog out that barks at him, (totally holds his ground). A big cat, (over 6 kgs), all muscle but a gentle giant for sure.
Reggie (another one of our current cats), quickly worked out to 'knock/scratch' on our glass front door to be let in, and to rattle my door keys on the inside lock to be let out. If in the bedroom he knocks items off the dressing table until you get up and feed him or let him out.
Squish (our third current cat), Guards me from the Husband like mad. If he gets into bed when she is by me, she immediately sticks her bum in his face, starts sucking on the duvet that is covering me, (kneading it frantically with her claws), and generally makes it very clear he is NOT welcome. Hard to have a conversation with the Hubby, as when we are lying down she makes sure all each of us can see is her bum, me from the front, Hubby from the 'pencil sharpener' end!!
I so love my cats 