Goes from cat to cat.
Before I have the three cats I do now my entire interaction with cats was through my cousins and friends.
My friend had a male orange tabby that his mother called Precious. We would call him Pit Fiend. Indoor only cat that was declawed. He would come up to people purring and purring, rubbing up against people, and then sink his teeth into any exposed flesh. We all loved him. hehe.
My cousins male cats were MC, who was a fiesty outdoor cat that would play all day long and then come in and just pick a lap to sleep on for the rest of the night. Ah, he was a huge cat and I loved him dearly. Butch was another gray tabby who had a voice of a lion. He loved people intensely and when people left him he would cry loud enough that you could find him no matter where you were in the house.
My other cousins has a white long haired cat. Ah, he's gorgeous. Kitty is beautiful as he is intense. He loves to be pet and he loves to play. And he has claws bigger then any other cat I have ever seen.
My friend's cat Solo reminds me a lot of Pit Fiend. But Solo was abused as a kitten and shot by a neighbor before my friends rescued him. He is also loveable, but sometimes lashes out at people for no apparent reason. We all love him. hehe. Then they had another cat who passed about two years ago. He was a lovely gray who would jump on anyone's lap no matter how long he knew them. He was adorable.
So yea, from cat to cat. And thanks for walking down memory lane with me.