growing up we had a cat named hard luck. orange tabby, male. My father found out that when you blew into his face it ticked him off but he would actually wait until you were not looking my dad did this one day, cat stalked off clearly ticked to high heaven (fur poofed, tail going a zillion miles an hour). well my dad picked up his newspaper to finish reading when the cat did a quick reining horse 360 and went 20 feet in 2 seconds. He shredded the paper and latched himself on my dad's face so that is a sneak attack! And I wish I could find it but back in the 90's the local paper did an article about a cat who did not want to be at the vet. needless to say the article went on to say that the vet wound up with a "furball hat from hell" exact words I will never forget that.
Not the best but deliberate. When I went away for three or more days, the head cat of the house would shake with fake fear when I picked her up on my returned. She didn't know me, I was a stranger. Within a few hiurs id do a regular rough house with her and instead of grabbibg my hand with claws withdrawn she'd sink them in and hold them in. Never broke my skin but she let me know she was mad that I left. After that she'd be fine.
Back in my "I Wanna Be A Vet!" days I shadowed some vets and helped with surgeries, handing the vet tools and stuff. One time he was doing a declawing and this cat was GROWLING while COMPLETELY knocked out. We're talking no response to the actual surgery, totally under. The vet started laughing and goes "Well I can see why they wanted to declaw YOU! If you weren't so mean and nasty maybe you wouldn't be here!"
"Things turn out best for the people who make the best of the way things turn out." ~John Wooden