Mom had two female cougars she raised from the bottle, as house pets. They were abandoned for whatever reason, can't remember. Declawed for safety, but still.

Tasha had a thing for men wearing hats. Any hat. Any man. So my 20-something dumbass decided to start a little shit. 90lb. cat vs. 130lb. me. Got down on the living room floor wearing my straw cowboy hat and stared her in the eye. "Let's go bit-..."

All I saw was a tawny blur and fighting to get on my knees. She got the hat and a monster hank of my long hair. I let her keep the hat. And the hair.

I now have zero illusions as to fighting animals.