My Red Boy was the sweetest cat in the world. To me. He hid from everyone else. Now he's gone, but I still have three females.
One is on my lap pressing her head up to under my chin repeatedly, for kisses, and purring loudly. (she goes to her Safe Spot if anyone comes to the house)
One is curled up on the bench next to me, waiting her turn on my lap, also purring audibly. Every now and then her purr raises to a crescendo and she reaches a paw out and pats my leg. I reach back and stroke her a time or two. (she stays where she is and ignores anyone coming to the house)
The third girl is stretched out up on a little pad I keep on the desk for her, right behind my lap top. Every few minutes she pokes a paw or nose around the edge of the screen and says "
mrrrmph!" to make sure I know she is still there. When she does that I reach over and skritch her tummy for a minute, much to her delight. (She first puffs up at, then enthusiastically greets anyone who comes to the house. She then begins a Show Off Routine with her Turbo, for the benefit of the visitor)
Sweet loving affectionate girls, they love me and one another.