I don't know how I missed this! I can honestly say that I've got some quirky kitties. But, then again, that's what I love about them.
My Emory is like a ferret

. If she sees jewelry or a barrette, she's immediately drawn to it. When she sees something with any sheen to it, she develops an instant "Ooh, shiny!" look. As soon as she takes notice, there is a glint in her eyes and she begins to flick her tail back and forth. And, if I'm not careful, it's only seconds before she has taken whatever shiny item she has found and secreted it away in one of her hiding places. I can usually find her safe spots, but, to this day, I'm missing a gold necklace my grandfather gave me before he passed and I know that he has put it someplace. It's gotten so bad that I have to hide my jewelry and hair clips in sturdy drawers that she can't wriggle open. But, it's hard to stay upset with her -- she's just like her meowmy...shiny things are, well, pretty...
Cassidy is probably my least quirky kitty. She doesn't typically find herself in trouble, but she has taken a liking to teasing the other cats. Cass is quite the lazy girl and much prefers sprawling out on the floor to playing, but she has a need to take all of the cat toys that are out and hoard them. She doesn't play with them -- in fact, she just steals them from the others and then piles them up next to her while she flops down with a "come hither" look. And, she'll let the others take their toys back. But, as soon as she has a chance, she'll scurry off and grab another batch of toys to lord over the others. Cassidy's idea of playing is swatting at something from a laying down position, but if an activity includes the potential to taunt the other cats, she's all for it. And, I let her. The others don't mind and Cassie does need to exercise. So, I suppose, it's a win-win situation for all

.
Delaney isn't quirky as much as she is fickle. She tends to run hot and cold. One day, she'll love you, but the next you better watch out. Thankfully, my relationship with her is consistent, but my roommate often comments about her behavior. And, the other cats are definitely aware of how Delaney operates. I'd say she was the alpha, but she's also a scaredy-cat, so she's a complicated character for sure. But, I love her

. Her only real quirk is that she's obsessed with the squirrels outside. She couldn't care less about the birds perched near the windows, but squirrels she can't resist. As soon as she sees one, she throws herself against the window and starts chattering. When she realizes the squirrel is paying her no mind, she begins to yell at it. And, God forbid the squirrel scolds her! Once that happens, it's an all out war. She paws the window, yowls, and paces back and forth. And, if the squirrel particularly gets on her nerves, she will begin to try to get its attention by prancing and putting on a show in front of the window -- all while making a ton of noise. It's quite funny as she ignores most every other critter, but squirrels are a whole other animal. Literally.
And, my Finnegan. He's perhaps the quirkiest of all. First off, just looking at him makes me smile. He has a tail that is so foofy that it's comical. But, it's his silly personality that really gets me. I could write for forever about Finn and his antics, but I'll try to control myself. Where toys are concerned, he's mister tough guy. He loves to make a commotion. It's usually with wand toys or catnip-filled toys, but he loves nothing more than to steal toys away from me or the other cats, run into a corner or hiding space, and growl...loudly. He's the least fierce kitten in the world, but don't tell him that during the "hunt." It's all business then. But, I have to admit that it's pretty cute to see an orange and white fluffball hiding under the coffee table and growling at some invisible perpetrator. The other cats ignore him, but he, nevertheless, needs to prove he's a mighty hunter. Finnegan also has a foot fetish

. It's not everyone's feet, but just mine. As soon as he sees me, he tries to wriggle off my shoes or socks and then licks my feet. He'll just hug his paws around my ankle(s) and lick, lick, lick for as long as I'll allow it. Thankfully, he never bites, but he does get a little too obsessed at times. I tell him he's a weirdo, but, I guess he doesn't care. I mean, if I was as cute as he was, I'm sure I could get away with a lot of silliness too.
I know there is much more I could write. But, for your sake, I'll spare you. Just suffice it to say that I think all kitties have their quirks. That's what makes 'em special.