We rescued a 2 year old white cat from an abandoned office space next door to our office. The cries were too much.
He's been here since last December and we have a metal baby gate in front of the master bedroom to keep the dog and initially, the cat out of there. The cat has long learned to jump over it so on we go....
 
Today my wife and I we're sitting quietly in the living room this afternoon when BAM! happened from down the hall.
I looked to see the baby gate off it's moorings and the cat having donned a plastic grocery bag bouncing off of it after running head first into it in blinding terror having caught himself in his first plastic bringer of death. He blazed with the bag still on, out of the bedroom and into the living room behind the couch and the loveseat then under the bed in the guest bedroom. I didn't see this my wife did. She said it was just a blur. There are pieces of shag carpet up were he had reached back for an extra gear.
 
He wouldn't come out so gosh, he could be real hurt, but nobody is gonna try to extricate Snowball being he's all claws and fangs.
 
He came out sloooooowly after about an hour seemingly no worse for wear except I'll bet he has a headache.
 
 

I've had 2 for the last 13 years or so.
They're tough buggers and can usually sort themselves out.  I do love watching the way they navigate my world.

Slugbaby
I've had 2 for the last 13 years or so.
They're tough buggers and can usually sort themselves out.  I do love watching the way they navigate my world.
 

+1
 
We have a high strung 4 year old lab that when we brought the cat home thought "Oh boy, ya got me a new chew toy... that moves!". Within minutes and one swipe of the paw to the nose of that lab and that dog has the utmost respect if not healthy fear for that cat.

We have 10 of them, ranging from 1 to 18 years. Most of them are fairly quiet, but we've had plastic bag-realted incidents quite regularly.
 
Marshall, our two year old male is constantly looking for trouble with the other cats but nothing very serious. He's just a bit more high strung.
 
We also have a dog, a mix of a pit bull and a dachshund - which can make things a bit more chaotic. But I can"t imagine my life who them - there's never a dull moment.

I always wanted a cat named Marshall.

Rain
We have 10 of them, ranging from 1 to 18 years. Most of them are fairly quiet, but we've had plastic bag-realted incidents quite regularly.
 
Marshall, our two year old male is constantly looking for trouble with the other cats but nothing very serious. He's just a bit more high strung.
 
We also have a dog, a mix of a pit bull and a dachshund - which can make things a bit more chaotic. But I can"t imagine my life who them - there's never a dull moment.

 Ha! I was waiting for Rain to respond, I was wondering how many you had now.  

People are going to start calling Rain's house Mustang Ranch. 

 
We adopted these two, about 6 months ago, shortly after our Golden Retriever passed on.  The neighbors had picked them up as strays and they were about a year old.  After they had them for a year...and having 4 other cats...they decided that 6 were too many.  They asked us if we would be interested in taking them.
 
During their time with the neighbors, they would visit our house about half the time any way.  We used to open the front door and two cats would shoot into the house, past the then living Golden, straight to the kitchen and sit down.  We had gotten to know them pretty well.  My wife was not a cat person, though I had grown up with cats.  She has really come around on them and loves them to death now.  Here they are at a recent Vet visit.  
 
The Black guy is Theodore.  White one is Bleu.  It's Theodore's turn for his shot and he's not particularly excited.  
 
They are currently learning to deal with a new Golden Retriever puppy.  Doing pretty well with it, actually.  
 

 

Our latest addition, 'Sid'. Got him from the Cats Protection League, no idea about his previous life.
 
Sweet boy, never uses tooth or claw - to humans, anyway. He only has 3 legs but that doesn't stop him decimating the rodent and avian population.
 

 
 

I work with animals, mainly dogs and cats, and I have to say I'm more afraid of cats than I am of dogs (even though I love 'em). Cats have a Jekyll and Hyde personality and the smallest of things can touch them off like a stick of dynamite. One minute: sweetness & hearts & flowers. The next minute: thunder & lightning & fireballs. 
 
There's a cat that I take care of quite frequently called Sweden. He's a rescue off the street and lives with a cat called Bella. Sweden is all over me when I come in - rubbing himself around my leg, purring like crazy and then wanting 10 minute belly rubs after he's eaten. But inevitably, the "switch" will flip. Usually the trigger is when I'm scooping out the litter tray in the back room, or when Bella (who's the clumsiest cat I've ever met) lands awkwardly from a height when she's playing. All of a sudden his ears go back, he gets this look in his eye and he just starts walking towards you like he's stalking prey. That's my cue to get the hell out of the apartment because otherwise he will literally tear my legs to shreds. One time he went for me as I was scooping the litter and I had to back into the bathroom and shut the door on his slashing claws. He sat outside the bathroom door and did that low kitty moan constantly for about 20 minutes. I was trapped. Every time I opened the door even slightly, the claws would come through and he'd go into a full scale war cry. I had no phone on me, no way of getting out. Eventually I had to be a bit nasty and push him away with a broom (which I was afraid to do because it might make him go outright thermonuclear). 
 
One time he chased me out of the front door and I was carrying a bag of trash. I had to close the door so quickly to escape his claws that I inadvertently closed the door on the trash. The next few seconds were characterized by an explosion of ripping, tearing and howling, and what I ended up with was basically the top of the trash bag with nothing else in it. I had that little mess to clear up on the next visit. 
 
I managed to capture his death stare one time when he "escorted" me out of the apartment. This cat seriously gives me the chills. But before the switch flips, he is such a cutie pie.