I don't know if I have made my cat the way she is, or if she has taught me to be the way I am. I didn't have any experience before she moved in with me so it has been trial and error.
The back door was changed to all glass just before she decided to move in. I can not now have a cat flap, so I have to leave the window open year round for her to come in and go out. She refuses to use a litter tray, so I can't shut her in (over night is fine) as she needs to get out to go. During this cold weather, every time I shut the window and put the heating on, little madam wanted to go out.
As soon as I get home from work, she demands play even though I just want to sit down for 10 minutes with a cuppa - I often have to try and get work related emails out as soon as I get home too, which can be difficult with claws in my legs.
I get shouted at if she is on my lap and I stroke her. I get shouted at if I don't stroke her. Sometimes I get bitten on the arm for nothing!
I made the mistake of trying to find out what she wants by saying "Show me". She has it all down to a fine art. Me trailing after her trying to work out if it is "open the back door and let me out" (yes the window is usually open), or "shut the window now I want to go to bed" (sitting at bottom of stairs looking up) or "food" (leads me to a bowl) or "play" (into the hallway and flop).
She has recently taken to sitting in the hallway and shouting. When I go out to find out the problem, I usually find a leg in the air and bum licking going on - but all she wants is my attention.
I have endured hours of being out in the garden in all weathers (she doesn't understand the change of seasons), playing chase the stick or being on lookout for other cats.
She steals most of the bed, or waits until I am almost comfortable and then chooses her spot carefully - the one where you end up somehow with a tiny bit of bed and a corner of the duvet. I can't move her as she does that paw over nose cute look.
BUT
She came into my life at a terrible time and more or less saved me (just as I saved her by allowing her to stay). She makes me laugh a lot and after nearly 5 years, allows me to pick her up and cuddle and kiss her till she purrs (little or no touching for the first few months). I couldn't be without my little mate, no matter how much of a madam she is.