Very cool Tec, they are definately cool cats. This relieves me a little bit, but reading the other replies it seems like my cat may be broken. 
I wouldn't say that. Cats are like people in that they are all different in one way or another.
I am not a person who can identify a cat's race just by looking at them (though some are obviously easy to id, like a Siamese). I had 2 cats that lived with me, 1 an all while, blue eyed cat. He wasn't albino (when I think albino, I think red eyes and/or very pink skin under fur), but he was a big cat. I was also told, that cats like him usually had a genetic defect of some kind. He had none. Snowball was is name, and I know it's a tad weird for a name, but I was only 8-9. I use to play pranks on him and man he'd get me back. When he would get tired of my pranks, he would run to my dad. After a little bit, he'd come back and just purr and demand attention. Shortly there after, he'd get his revenge.
Anytime I was down, or sick, he would always be at my side. If I got really sick, he'd always alert my father. He had a good purr and a strong voice when he meowed for attention.
I still remember the day my mom and I came home and we could smell that he left us a present for us somewhere in the house (didn't keep the litter box in the house but in the garage. Moms orders). Man, she got so mad at me, thinking it was my fault that I didn't put him into the garage. I never liked that, and would always bring/leave him in the house. We went searching high n low for where he left his "mark" and I finally found it....under the x-mas tree.
I think I know why too. My mom was fussing over the x-mas tree and put her time into putting it up (she did this while I was in school, which made me mad as well), and she never treated my cat too well. So when he was left in the house, I'm sure I know why it was the tree that got "marked".
She got so mad at me that she grounded me (which was fine with me seeing as I had a NES and SNES). It later turned out that it was my father who left him in the house. For the life of me though, I can't remember if it was ME who left him in the house, and my father took blame, or if he really did leave him in the house by mistake. I did NOT like putting into the garage, and would always try to keep him in the house. I even tried sneaking the litter box into my room but man...when he went, he cleared out the house. It was a 2 story house to boot, so you can only imagine.
He had meows, meows of "Get me my food!" and "Let me out! LET ME OUT! I'VE GOTTA GO!!!!". A also found out, never leave him in the bathroom with access to 3 fresh rolls of toilet paper. I toss him into the restroom because we were moving stuff around (and I didn't want to toss him outside) when I heard my brother call me to the restroom. "Um, what the hell? Dude, YOU are cleaning that up. You left him in there after all." "What are you talking about?" "Just look inside." I opened that door and just dropped the floor, I was laughing so hard. He had shredded all 3 rolls COMPLETELY, making himself a little bed on the toilet seat and covering the ENTIRE floor with a 3" layer of toilet paper! It even covered BEHIND the toilet. He just sat there and gave me that look of, "What? What is wrong?"
I thought my dad was gonna kick my ass, but instead started laughing himself. lol He disappeared JUST before we moved to our newly built house. According to my mom and dad, he ran away when we moved, but to this day, I still blame my mom for his disappearance. She never liked him too much and would always threaten to give him away, and his disappearance just happen to take place when we were moving to a brand new home, which she was against bringing him along.
The 2nd cat, whom I named Odin, was a Mini-Black Panther. That's the best way to describe him. He looked just like a small Black Panther, and he was big for a cat. Petting him was like petting the coffee table, little fat, lots of muscle. And man, could he move. Anytime you heard something fall (which most of the times, wasn't his fault), you see a black streak go right by. lol Odin would use his ears, along with his meow, to tell me what he wanted. I was able to tell what he wanted and what his reaction to something was by the way he positioned his ears without a meow though. Anytime I would play a prank on him, he'd give me that, "Oh you son of a biscuit!" ear, or the, "You bastajej." ear. He would then give me the, "I'm gonna get you back for this..." ear.
Which he did. He'd always get back at me by sitting on my hands while I'm at the computer, or taking a seat in front of the TV and stare at me while I was playing games. Another way was to kick litter all onto the floor (which meant he was really pissed). Anytime I got sick though, he would always meow until I opened the door to my room and then just come up and lay down on my chest. He's even saved my life. I was going to cook something in the oven (the stove was gas powered, as was the rest of the house), and I fell asleep waiting for it to heat up. I was woken up by him pawing at me, meowing loudly. I was having trouble breathing and was very dizzy. He kept pawing and meowing at me, he even clawed my leg. I quickly realized what was going on, turned off the oven and moved outside. I could tell, by the way his ears were positioned and the way he was looking at me, that he was very worried. He did not leave my side for a couple of days after that. He made sure I left the door to my room open and would even whine if I didn't take him into the restroom with me. After about two days, he returned to his normal routine, but I won't forget what he's done. After that, I left the door open whenever I went to sleep, so he could come into my room whenever he wanted. Before that happened, whenever I left my door open, he would usually sleep at my feet. But after that day, I would find him by my head most of the times I woke up. Most of the times, he woke up when I did and started purring, but sometimes, he would be in a deep sleep and wouldn't wake up until I tried to get out of bed. lol Unless I had to use the restroom, I'd just wait there and let him sleep.
When I moved from Cheyenne WY, to TX, I moved in with my mom. Right off, I knew I would have to protect my cat. She's very superstitious, and him being a mini-black panther, yeah, you get the picture. I had no real choice, as I didn't have a job in TX yet. Odin would piss her off when he would sit on her bed and he would meow a lot when I left the house. He disappeared one day, while I was at school. Her story, "I accidentally left the door open..." I love my mom, but at the same time, I loathe her for what she did. *sigh* It's hard to not be angry at her.
Most people don't realize, that a cat will generally look at you as an equal, not a master. Your cat, likely looks at you as a friend. But every cat is different, so you will have ones that don't. There are cats that are cruel and mean, while others are very friendly and kind. Some are strong willed while others are very timid. You can raise two cats the same exact way, but each will be different.
I recall seeing a story somewhere, about a blind cat that attacked a would-be robber, and chased him off. A lot of people would've put down the cat, but these folks didn't. They were strongly against that idea, and kept her.
Here's another cat, that normally would've been put down...
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=dJQG6V1MOVY
