You truly didn't mess with Tina, and you really didn't want to get between Tina and her food--or even what she perceived to be her food. She was once accidently shut in the refrigerator (I think she hopped in when I was putting away Thanksgiving leftovers) & when we found her an hour or two later, she was contently eating her way through the turkey carcass. She bit me when I tried to drag her out. She was still gripping the turkey carcass & tried to drag it away to her lair. It took us an hour to clean up the mess.
You needed falconry gloves to handle her when the vet prescribed meds for her in her declining years--and she could spot a disguised pill a mile off.
What a cat...
Mine just threw up.