There was an immature cat (maybe 6 mons old) living under a conex box across the road from the gun club. I heard it meowing one day and thinking it might be caught up in target line wires I approached it and it came straight to me. Wanted me to pick up, it was very thin. I started feeding it and giving it water and even learned it would come when called, from across the road if I called it. It'd trot along the fence line until it slipped through the gate and would come straight to me.Seriously though, I have found that most cats take on the personality traits of their humans. Give any kitten lots of attention and play time and that kitten will most likely not be an asshole.
None of my cats are assholes, but one is a real ****head. We even call hin ****head to his face... He answers to it like it's his real name.
I named it Reload. I would have kept that cat (and I AM NOT A CAT PERSON) because it was so loving and wanted to be petted and have your attention. Not my usual experience with cats. I found a great home on a mini farm for it and he's fat as a buggy horse now.