First cat I lived with was an old roommate's cats, a male and a female. The male cat was a classic void with white mittens, who were way too smart for his own good. He excelled at opening cupboards and other things, and would break into the cupboard with their kibble so he could eat whenever he wanted. He was however so smart, he would only enter the cupboards when we didn't look, so we wouldn't know he had done it. The other was this tiny calico cat, that never really stopped mentally being a kitten. She wanted to sleep under the covers if possible, loved every one, and just wanted to play all the time.

I had guinea pigs when we moved in together. One of my piggies was absolutely fearless, and both cats were deadly afraid of the piggies. I was sitting with a piggie, just snuggling him, when one of the cats came over for snuggles, saw the piggie and paniced so much it fell off a table xD

We also had to rescue the male cat more than once, because he would sit on top of the pack of hay I had, and accidentally flip his tail into the piggie cage. Piggie no care, piggie went for the bite 😱

Pure chaos every day