My first cat would play hide and seek. We lived in an apartment then, and I would be walking around barefoot, and he would hide under the bed until I forgot all about him. Then he would run out and pat me on the ankles, and nearly give me heart failure. He would run off with his tail crooked, and I could almost hear him going "heh, heh, heh!"
Our two we have now like to chase each other up and down the basement stairs, into the living room, where the male loves to run full tilt at the sofa, bank off the back in a U turn, head back toward the kitchen, down to the basement and rattle around down there for a while, then back up the stairs, etc.