I've had many (many) cats - over the years, of course. Legend loved to have her backside wallupped. If you walked up behind her and said "Goose You!" she'd stop walking and wait happily for you to grab her by the bloomers and give a shake! But her sister Fable was a bit more delicate, and prefered you to patt her tushy/belly with a bit more care. If you had a broom, though, she'd stand in line !
Muse was a big (read huge) boy and you could pound on him as hard as you liked, he loved it. But his sister Figment was long and lean and would fall right over if you tried the same thing on her. But she'd sit in your lap and touch your chin while you petted her and purr until she was blowing bubbles.
Of my two guys now, Secret is a slut. He'll flop over, show off his pretty pink nip's and dare you to resist petting him. His (larger) brother Rumor likes a good butt-pounding, and you gotta talk to him while you do it. He's a big baby and whines when he's not getting attention.
Gawd, I love cats !