Maggie is the one who is the most different now than she was as a kitten. She was a wild woman...into everything...literally would jump into the fridge, dishwasher, trash, cabinets, behind the washer/dryer etc. She chewed everything, climbed everything, everything was a toy. Decided she needed to get from the top of the kitchen cabinet to the left of the sink over to the one to the right of the sink. To get across the gap, she balanced her left paws on the window molding (1/2" wide) and her right paws on the curtain rod (probably narrower than the molding). The curtain rod let loose when she was about 2/3 across, but she managed to leap for the other cabinet and made it. She would knock the trash over a strew it around the house, open cabinets and pull stuff into the floor, maybe tear open anything in paper or cardboard. Any papers left on the counter were chewed. I was moving and the real estate agents would leave cards on the counter. I never knew who was there because all I would find was a sodden mess. So....most active cat, destructive cat I've ever seen. My username, doodlebug, comes from my nickname for her....a doodlebug is an armed missile. I've always said that Maggie flies around the house and creates destruction wherever she goes. And she was that way until she was about 8 and she finally slowed down and had the activity level of a typical 1-2 year old. She was never a lap cat, didn't want to be cuddled and would pull her head away when you tried to pet her...unless she wanted to be petted and that was twice a day...when I got up in the morning and when I came home from work. I get in maybe 30 seconds and she was off.
But, in the last 3 years (since she was 10) all of a sudden she's a love bug. Still not a lap cat, doesn't want to be held or cuddled. But will sit or sleep close enough to be petted instead of just out of arms reach. Although she will tolerate being picked up and snuggled for a few minutes whereas before she would immediately start squirming. But now, she comes up to me regularly looking to be petted and can actually be a pest about it now. She's slowed down a lot because of age, but still flies around here a couple times a day, loves to slide on the wood floors. She finally stopped climbing to the top of the Christmas tree about 4 years ago (I used to have to put bells on it so I knew when she was in it).
Kobi was a love bug from the time I met him. Always wanted to be on your lap. Doesn't like to be picked up a held (not that picking him up is easy since he's 19 lbs). He used to be a complete chicken, ran to hide under the bed whenever the doorbell rings or someone comes in the house, even without the bell. Lately, he goes up, but comes back down pretty quickly and then jumps on the person's lap and demands worshipping.
Holly is probably the most consistent from kittenhood to adult. She's always been a friendly, sweet, goofball. Loves to be petted and held, lays on my chest, never my lap. Very curious, loves to play, invents her own games, pulls up the heating vent covers, relocates the bathroom scale...you know, the usual stuff