I never knew before cats had such personalities, but they are pretty cool. I thought all of mine were special, but since I've had 5 cats and they've all been outstanding ... I'm thinking cats are just pretty cool.
Another never-to-be-forgotten cat of mine was a tabby-and-white, who had more brains than many people I know. Loving and affectionate, but also very much a watch-cat. Everything that came into or out of the house, including furniture, groceries and cars, had to pass inspection. She was easily the most eloquent cat I've ever known, she made sure you knew exactly what she was saying through voice and mannerisms. She also had a flawless ability to put people in their place when it was necessary. You've never been told off until you've been told off by a cat.
She always had a grumpy streak, and the grumpiness increased as she aged, but this did not diminish our love for her. This grand old lady was just shy of seventeen when we had to take her to the vet for the last time. Her pretty pink nose had developed an inoperable skin cancer.
She really sounds like something special. My Crystal has some of those traits in minor ways, but it sounds like nowhere near to that degree. I would be most interested to have been able to hear your cat telling someone off.
She sounds most wonderful. It sounds as though your cats have mostly lived long lives; that's very good to hear.
I lost my little buddy the hunter at too young an age - his symptoms pointed to the bad cat food from China scare, but he was gone before I could get him to the vet. And the Maine Coon and our first girl ended up in circumstances beyond my control in a divorce. My current two are still fairly young. Both with health issues (well controlled), and God willing, I pray they will be around for many years yet.
I still want to hear your cat telling someone off. I love the idea of a grumpy watch-cat.
Oh, I could write a book about that cat.
Just one example of her telling-off skills:
She fell pregnant before we'd had the chance to get her desexed, so we figured we'd let her have the litter, then get her "fixed" (we ended up keeping one of her kittens). Not long before she was due, she was in the kitchen with us, quietly grooming herself. A feline head over a bowling pin body.
At one stage, she was trying to reach a spot on her back. Without much success. Again and again, she flicked her head back to reach the spot. Another hard flick - and the bowling pin toppled over in a flurry of paws and legs.
Now, a cardinal rule in getting along with a cat is you never laugh at their indignity. Ever
. But it was impossible to not laugh at this sight. Well. Mistress gathered herself up, flicked her ears back, glared at us with blazing eyes, and meowed in no uncertain terms, incandescent with rage. How dare you! How DARE you lot laugh at me while I'm in this condition?
We tried placating her, telling her we weren't making fun of her, but that we couldn't help but laugh at the spectacle. I don't care! You have NO right to laugh at me!
She stormed off, seething.
She treated us like bad smells for a couple of days, but forgave us eventually.