Not having had cats for over 50 years until I moved to the country and was adopted by the three barn cats, I have been enjoying discovering how diverse their personalities can be.
One is a regal black/white male named Ascot (white patch on his throat) who is loving and huggy and talky, but definitely NOT the sharpest rock in the box.
One is a gray tabby, Tiger, very shy, untouchable after 2+ years, a 'traveling man' who disappears for days at a time and occasionally returns with awful wounds on his legs which we can not get close enough to treat. He's a shy old toughy.
And, the female black/white with a strand of white 'pearls' around her neck, hence her name, is Pearl. She is the most domesticated, the only one we've caught to 'fix', the most curious, the smartest by far, and has become my dear friend. She visits the car every time I pull into the driveway, rolls over on her back on the porch steps to present her tummy....and be called "whirly pearlie"....and streaks by me into the house on nights it is too cold, in her opinion, to sleep outside. She has a 'house' and bed on the front porch and reigns over the large yard and nearest pasture from there most days; has definite opinions about how to be scratched, fed, played with, and how the 'boys' should behave around her.
I love it! So entertaining!
Jan in VA