One of my cats loves to play catch with me. ...
He-he... one of my Mother's old cats used to do this, until he fell off the roof three stories up, hitting a cast iron railing on the way down and breaking his hip. He was never quite the same after that, and his favourite past time after that was sitting on the kitchen sink and watching the water trickle...
Another of my mother's cats, the one living with us now on his old days, eats just about everything... I once fed him broccoli of the dinner table and he ate it. He's also crazy about chocolate, and comes to beg whenever we eat that.
Many years ago, we had a cat that could open some doors in the house by leaping and pulling the door handle down.
My first cat's mother could do that... awesome to look at. My current cat, Shiva, is very poor with regular doors: he has developed a very nice technique to open sliding doors (of which we have two), but he then thinks all doors are sliding doors, and cannot get a regular door open for the life of him, even when there's a crack open...
He was run over by a car because he also had this stupid habit of sitting in the middle of the road outside the house at night; not a good idea when you're jet-black.
I had a grey cat, actually the brother of my mother's cat living with us now, that also had a bad habit of not understanding the dangers of the road: He used to like chasing leafs and stuff out in the road, not too smart in a 50 km/h zone when you're the same colour as the road... my mother's cat actually witnessed it and is still terrified of cars, almost 15 years later...