I have been menaced by a tabby cat.
This morning, while Mr SB was shaving, Gizmo got into the bathroom and somehow managed to wedge himself behind the sink (note there is barely room for a kitten there, but Mr G was determined).
We gave up trying to get him out and he did eventually emerge, looking a bit annoyed and hissing.
Not ten minutes later I went into the bathroom and he followed me in. As he was trying to get behind the sink again, I tried to stop him.
Well, that was a mistake. He hissed and growled and tried to bite me.
The cheek of it.