Male kitten likes to pounce on the dog's head when she's obliviously enjoying a good back roll and shuffling. I watched him this morning, and he actually looked concerned before he pounced - maybe he thinks she's having a seizure, or something - but it terrifies the dog and she has been known to pee a little in fear as a response to this (not great if she's on my bed at the time!).
Female kitten has recently been spayed, so has a bald spot (she has long fur, too, so it's really noticeable) and a healing incision site. Which obviously itches. She knows she isn't allowed to scratch at the incision site, but I've (so far) not ordered the dog or the love of her life (my 16 year old son) not to itch it on her behalf. She spends her time alternating between "accidentally falling sideways" into the poor dog's face, or climbing my very tall son in order for him to rub the side. Which he's usually busy studying or gaming, so will do so absentmindedly until he realises it feels weird.
My daughter's late cat liked to micro-manage her zoom calls. As long as they were work related. The ones she had with friends? He'd leave her to it, but her bosses/complete strangers? He was in front of the camera, purring/yowling loudly to express his point of view, and truly seemed to believe he was their feline CEO. He also liked to wear my daughter's hair in a rather creepy way.
My son's late cats, the male was an absolute baby who turned into a teenage thug of a boy. He'd swagger along the hallway in my son's wake and sleep on his desk to watch him gaming. The female? She used to like to get on top of an ajar door and throw herself on top of my head. Which wasn't fun whilst I was pregnant! She then took to sleeping on my shoulder and drooling whilst looking deep into my eyes. She would also drink wine out my glass if I left it unattended. She adored my son, though, which made it tolerable.
My late cat used to play the hokey-cokey with duvets. Unless 'Strictly' was on, in which case, he was snuggled up with me, under the duvet, attentively watching. He also used to scratch at my desk every half-hour and yowl for feeding (he had FD, so he'd literally forget that he'd been fed already), and when I went for a wee first thing in the morning, he'd jump in the bath, squat over the plughole, maintain direct eye-contact with me... and pee. He was almost 22 when he died, stubbornly clung to me the entire last day he was alive, and I'm only partially kidding when I call him my soul-mate. These two dozy kittens we have now? They have a LOT to live up to...