I love my cat Barcus, but he is the most unpredictable psycho-cat we have ever had,
his sixteen now but he still takes great delight in hiding under the kitchen table then bolting out at warp speed to latch on to your feet at night, claws are optional but generally deployed.
Even to this day my daughter and niece's still check under the table for him when they come around, then if he is there its, "dad/unca barcus is under the table, can you move him" this of course he then thinks is a game.
Even though old barcus can be a pain in the bottom, froggy loves him.