My first cat was Garfield. He was a gray and black-striped tiger cat (tabby). I can't tell you how much I loved that little guy! He was about four months old when my mom adopted him from the Humane Society. His cage was above our heads. As we walked by, he stuck his paw out of the cage, and swatted me in the head, like "let me outta here!" He was a really good, friendly cat. He never ran away when company came to the house. He would rub against anyone, whether he knew them or not. I lost him three years this fall. He passed away from diabetes (I think it hurt me more than it did him when I had to give him his insulin shots every morning). But he lived to be 16, so I hope he had a happy life, and didn't suffer at the end (I found him dead--get this--the day I came home from a funeral in which I was a pallbearer!) God, I still miss him.
My current cat is Lucas. He's about four now. I adopted him shortly after Garfield died from another Human Society. He's a tuxedo cat, short-haired, and is all black, except for his muzzle, front and back paws, which are white. This guy's a little devil, compared to Garfield. Garfield was more laid back. This guy loves to bite, scratch (mostly me), and zooms all over the place. Unlike Garfield (who would eat almost anything), Lucas only eats one brand of dry cat food. He doesn't like the wet, canned stuff for some reason. He'll sniff it, and walk away. Garfield would inhale his canned food within 5 minutes. Lucas conserves his food, and eats it throughout the day.
But he's a good cat. Like Garfield, Lucas is very friendly, even with people he doesn't know.