Some cats are just wilder than others.
There are cats who can sit on your lap all day long, only taking food and bathroom breaks because they have to - and then returning to steal some more of your body warmth (and your heart). But then there are the absolute demons, the spawns of satan who were probably pspspsed here during a dark summoning ritual. My cat is not like that. Sure, she has the occasional zoomies trip in the middle of the night, but she's not the complete ruckus mess some other cats are. My friend's cat, though… he's another story completely.
Way before I had a cat of my own, I took a vacation for a month, and it just so happened that this friend needed a place to stay. I sublet my room to her and her cat. She warned me he's a wacky one, and this wasn't news - I already heard the stories about him directly from her. The Prophet was his name. Well, Elijah initially, but the more character he's shown as he grew up, the more it became clear he needed his own title. So… Elijah The Prophet, yes? He's an absolute maniac.
When I came back home after the sublet/vacation period, I returned to a room I did not recognize. The curtains were rolled up above the window, the computer was on the highest shelf of my closet (yes, inside), and the office chair was shredded to pieces. That was the art exhibition The Prophet left me. Or, more accurately, his hooman. The chair thing was inevitable, but the curtains and my PC were thoughtfully well-defended. But with that being said, I don't think I'm about to host that crazy cat in my house ever again. At least the story I was left with is funny, as are all this cat's other stories.