This is four-fifths of the coolest cat I know. She lives one street over from us, and whenever we walk past her house she rushes us, insistently pushing up against our ankles until we stop and deliver some head pats and ear rubs. After that she follows us up the street for three or four houses, then stops and sits down to watch us walk away. Once she climbed up my pants and clawed up my jacket and rested, purring, on my shoulder. It is all very flattering.
I always joke that I want to steal her away and make her ours, but Eric points out that she would just sit in our front yard and wait to latch on to some other couple as they walk by every day, and then where would we be? Clearly, this cat is kind of a whore. We'll just enjoy her when we can.