Hysterical video, Kittywitty!
Allen is a marathon smuggler who drools when he's happy. He also likes beer, a lot. I have to guard my bottles closely and warn my guests (that gets some looks, let me tell you). He's very persistent and will lay down some distance away, then inch closer, then snake out a single paw, wrap it around the base of the bottle and pull it toward him.
Rachel warms my bed for me. Every night, she anticipates when I'm making ready for bed and jumps up into my spot and waits to greet me when I come in. Of course, for this privilege, I must pay at least five minutes of scritches before I'm allowed to actually sleep.
Meghan eats plastic. Any kind of plastic, even if it has glue on it. You know those sticky rollers used to remove cat hair? The ones you tear off the sheets when they're no longer sticky? Yeah, she eats those, on or off the roller. She also comes to me (and others) and begs for petting while remaining just slightly out of reach. If I (or they) lean forward, she moves seemingly accidentally just that much further away. Drives me nuts.
Spencer is still skittish, but he'll come and sleep on my pillow every night with his nose often in the crook of my neck, which I find to be a weird contradiction. He's also the most mellow of my cats and will refuse to fight no matter who tries to provoke him.
Heather is just crazy. Her favorite antic is to come flying into my living room, leap to the top of the couch, run across to the window shelf, run the length of the window, leap to the top level of the first cat tree, leap directly to the higher top level of the next cat tree, leap directly to the top of my six foot wardrobe, run across it, leap to the curtain rod of the next wall, run the length of THAT window, leap down to the closest cat tree, leap directly to my desk, run the desk in as few leaps as possible, jump to my fold-out chair, and finally leap down to the floor and tear back into the kitchen.
In about five seconds flat.
It's startling but hysterical to see.
Ralph is more of a character than all of them put together. He wags his tail like a dog. When I speak to him, he wags it even harder, JUST like a dog. He comes when he's called. He leans his forehead against mine and will leave it there for as long as I care to remain in that position. One second he'll be biting me, the next licking my skin to shreds. He climbs across my body right up to my face without even a by-your-leave, lays down, stretches his face out till our noses are touching and closes his eyes. He'll stay like that whether I pet him or not.
Sometimes he'll even stretch a paw out and wrap it around my neck or the side of my face, like a mother does to a child when she cups the child's cheek in affection.
Ralph also attacks people he doesn't know or like. I've never seen anything like it - he'll come from anywhere in the house the second he hears an unfamiliar voice and long before he's reached them he's gone into attack mode. (He drew blood from my upstairs neighbor, but thankfully, she's a good sport with cats of her own.)
Well, that was a bit of a novel! *chuckle*