Man, I think I need a cat.
I had a cat named Felix growing up. He was definitely a cat. You could call to him and he would come about halfway, stop, sit down facing away from you, and you might get a look over his shoulder. You had to come to him. He liked to play with coiled pipe cleaners and ropes/strings.
Also had a gigantic yellow and hairy tabby named Cosmo. He was a super-rugged cat. Just pure muscle. He would disappear for days or weeks and show back up battered, wounded, or scarred but healthy enough. He was friendly and enjoyed human company.
They were both a credit to their species. I should be so lucky to get another cat like either of them.