One cat Sophie we have I truly believe thinks my wife birthed her. She can't stand for my wife to be out of her line of sight. We had her from about 3-4 weeks old. She was clipped by a car and someone brought her to the vet. After the vet got her healed up we adopted her.
When we first got her she had a habit of climbing my bass stack. I had a 115 and 410 stacked and it was all that carpet-like covering. One day she decided to climb into the port on the 410. I was at work and my wife called me in a panic that she couldn't find Sophie but could hear her crying and it sounded like it was coming from my amp. My wife eventually realized where Sophie was and got her to come out. I was told afterward I was about 5 seconds away from coming home to a disassembled bass amp if Sophie didn't come out. After that I stapled some pieces of window screens over the ports for piece of mind.... both my wife's with the cat getting stuck and mine for not coming home to all my gear in pieces LOL!
Another amusing story. This was my cat of near 20 years who passed about 5 years ago. Her name was Isis (like the Egyptian god not the terrorist group). For a time she found it amusing to crop dust me. Literally would get up from wherever she was at, walk across me, let a nasty one go, run to the other side the room, then stare and watch my reaction. I think I herd her laughing sometimes too. After a while of this any me fully realizing she was doing it on purpose I got her back good. She dusted me again and enough was enough. When she came back over to me I let her have a taste of her own medicine. I went with the nuclear option, grabbed her, pushed her up on my ass, and blasted one right in her face. She was dumbfounded and the look of pure disgust and terror she had was priceless. I laughed pretty hard as I watched it sink in to her head of what had just happened. Isis called a truce after that and didn't crop dust me ever again.