One time when I was a kid we were staying in a seaside hotel in Latin America. This wasn't exactly a fancy hotel so someone had just dumped a bunch of fish entrails outside by the wall. I saw some cats eating them and I thought they were tame hotel cats so I went up to them and saw one little kitten in particular I thought was cute and I bent over to say her there little kitty.

People, that was not a tame kitten. I'm pretty sure that kitten was half-panther or something. That kitten was wild and I had just cornered it and it turned into a little hurricane of claws and teeth. Since then I've always remembered that cats can go crazy if you really push them.