My girl got me once when I was feeding her. She thought I was the mouse. She let go almost immediately, so I think she was sorry.
At work we had one nasty one thought. Would strike at you through glass and everything. She got me many many times before it finally settled down and tolerated me. That one got sold, now we've got one more who's got a little bit of an attitude problem, but he tolerates me pretty well as long as I don't move at more than a snails pace. The other two girls that we just got I'm not too sure about. One seems sweet but the other one seems to be plotting my demise. Neither of them have struck at me yet.