At least the two of you didn't go on to get into big trouble.
We've had a few cats over the years. Our very first cat (after getting married) was a kitten that had been taken away from its mother too early. Our daughter was just an infant at that time. After finding the kitten curled up over our daughter's face - after licking a little dribbled milk from her chin and/or cheek - we had to give her away. My wife (and other women) were afraid the kitten would suffocate the baby.
Our second cat was a nut job! We also had a dog at the same time - a black lab. When we were away from the house, the cat would run through the house, running up the walls close to the ceiling and back down. He did this from one end of the house to the other. Of course the dog wanted in on this cool-looking feat the cat was doing, so he tried to run up the walls as well. Of course he was way too large for this type of acrobatic fun, so he just contented himself with running after the cat, squeezing between the wall and whatever was next to it (the dining room table, the sofa and stuffed chairs in the parlor, etc.)! When my wife got home from having dinner at a friend's house (I went to work from their), she thought someone had broken in and ransacked the house! The dining room table was on its side as were two of the chairs, the sofa was away from the wall with the carpet bunched up in front of it, one stuffed chair was knocked over into the middle of the room and the other was pushed diagonally away from the wall. She was going to call the police but decided to call me instead. I was working for a central alarm company at that time and was unable to leave work. So I called our friend and he drove to our house and checked it out. He called me and told me that nothing was stolen, but our landlord (who lived downstairs) said he heard the commotion and the dog barking (at the cat). He figured they were just horsing around. His mouth dropped when he walked in and saw the condition of the furniture!
He used to bring back field mice and line them up outside the kitchen door. One day when my wife opened the door to let him in, one of the mice ran in ahead of him! It was dead! My wife and I spent nearly and hour trying to chase that mouse back out of the house - as the cat sat there and just watched the spectacle he caused. From that time on, we always looked out the window before opening the door. We've had three other cats that are now long gone, but I do have my "Angel," a Maine Coon. She wants to be combed out every day, wants her treats before she eats, and loves to lie in the window sills (or on the bed looking out the window, or on the back of the love seat looking out). She gets to watch the birds, squirrels, people and cars passing by, and at night: deer, skunk, opossum and the feral cats that are roaming around. There are a few pet cats that some let loose, but the majority are the feral cats hunting for mice.
Okay... I'm rambling again! I tend to do that a lot - just ask @cageycat!