Crazy was the only surviving kitten out of a litter the cat of my first cat had. (did that make sense?... i.e. I had gotten a kitten, it had kittens, and then one of those kittens had a litter of which only Crazy survived).  But anyways, I originally named Lady "Crazy Cat", but as time went on, she began to take offense at the name and would not answer to it... So we call her "Lady" and she's happy.  She's pretty friendly, but only on her own terms.  She'll sit with someone in the evenings, but only if she gets to choose when and where and for how long.  If you make her get up before she wants to, she'll be mad, and likewise if you try to get her to sit somewhere other than where she wants to sit.
 

Besides all that, she *never* wants to go outside... it's either too hot, too cold, too wet, too dry.  She eats, she sleeps, and goes outside maybe twice a day to do her business, but then she wants right back in.  Needless to say, she's fat.  Everyone that comes over always asks if she's pregnant.  Oh well, it runs in the family I suppose.  :)  Like Mickey (our other cat) she doesnt care for the litter box, but instead she'll stand at the door and meow to go outside (like a dog does)... except our dog doesnt.  But despite her persnickety attitude sometimes, she's just a big baby.