When I was about six I was walking around in a pet store with my dad. I saw all these other kids picking up this white, fluffy, cat, he looked really annoyed BTW. They put him down after a while and I went over there and crouched down next to him and started petting him from his head to is tail. By the time I got to the middle of his back he thought I was going to pick him up (because my hand was near his belly). He went up on his hind legs and started slashing the inside of my arms! I stood up and he was *HANGING ON* to my skin!
We got him off eventually and my arms were covered of scratches! Thankfully, I have no scars from it. After that I hated cats until I was 9 or 10. But when I got my RB cat Necko, that changed.

I guess I learned my lesson: Never mess with an angry cat.