More than once, I had Buddah's teeth sunk so far into my arm that I'm surprised I don't have little toothy scars near my wrist and forearm, tattoos pocked by puncture marks. Often, if he didn't get what he wanted, he attacked. We never hit the cats because we're not assholes but I did wag my pointy finger at him, and by his reaction you'd think I'd popped him across the face or something. Most of the time he was calm, normal, and nonthreatening, but holy hell...upset him and pay the price.
Me, anyway. Not so much the Spouse Thingy.
Sometime after I posted this 9 years ago, I changed how I approached him...no matter how wound up he was, I decided on extra gentleness and tried hard to not freak when he acted like he was going to attack (though to be fair, there were still a lot of times I had to get help from the Spouse Thingy because I was cornered, even just a few months ago LOL.) He needed to see me as Mom Cat and not competition for the alpha slot, I think, whereas Max just needed me to be there.