Cats are individuals, for sure.
There was the cat my mother had (one of many she has had over the years) who walked past me and took a swipe at my leg for no good reason, just because I was there. I instantly ran at him like I was going to mow him down, so he learned to ignore me. Mind you, I never touched him - just acted like I was going to run him over, so he would get the message I don't put up with that junk.
Then there was Spike, a black cat my mother had, and the coolest cat I've ever seen. We could take him for a ride in the car and he would just lie on the dash and watch the world go by. We would take the car through the car wash (which freaks out even car-compatible cats) and he would idly watch the water fly over the windshield. We took him to the laundromat and he would wander in between the washing machines and come out with cobwebs all over his whiskers. He was never eager to stay, but never impatient to leave. He just took life as it came and enjoyed the show.