Casey was an aggressive little fuck, no one could even touch him but dad. Bridgette was sweet as strawberry pie. They both got shot when we came back from our trailer (we used to live in a trailer sometimes) and had piss all over the place to clean.
My next cat experience, other than lovely little affairs with Drama, Hanky the retard, and Twila the Queen, comes from the Dr., Freeman Mittens.
Freeman is a funny cat, because I was too young to remember living with kitteh's and he is one. Every morning, or night, he will run around like one of Holly's patients, wanting to see what I'm up to. I'm the first one up, and I go upstairs at night to get ready for bed, while Adam and Jessie pretty well live mostly downstairs.
Freeman's funny trait is feet biting and screen climbing. He bites feet thinking they are spiders, or plants, and he climbs our screeen doors (causing no problem, although if we aren't home, I don't know how he gets down.)
Hanky has a funny trait too, he likes to have his head jerked off. You sort of pretent he has a horse penis for a head and rub it (the tip) to and fro. He loves it, he's a deviant.
Twila, seems pretty ho-hum. This is what Holly and I call boring things. Not to say that it's not a good thing for a cat to be boring.
Here's some info on the biting phenomenon:
All in all, a visiting cat works for us, full time would not work. Freeman is so cute, but he can be annoying. I will miss him when he's gone though.