We had two cats some years ago, Ruddles and Fuggles, named after English ales and hops. Ruddles was the older and meaner of the two. He had a favourite position on the wooden ledge of a banister at the top of the stairs where he'd curl up most afternoons, as the sun came through a top window.
BUT, he was very territorial. Sometimes if you got too close to his ledge as you came down or up stairs he'd suddenly have a go at you. Not a cuff with closed claws but a real swipe with open claws. Our young son Frank got one or two 'tiger marks' on his phizzog over the years!
We had to stop old Ruddles eventually. He got too old to stay on his ledge and would fall off, in the middle of a deep sleep, 12 feet or so onto a hard floor! Poor chap. A great character.