Our cat Henry used to hide under the coffee table and ambush your ankle when you walked past. You didn’t have to entice him by playing peek-a-boo. None of our other cats ever did that. Well, Missy stalked Buster… but only when she was really peeved at him.
Being pounced upon by a fierce Siamese happens pretty much any time I dare to tread across my living room in the dark. No claws, but a good solid pounce and grab of the ankle.