When I was in 7th grade, I had a cat named Penny. My little brother Scott was about 6 years old at the time. One night, Scott was playing and he ran down the hall, as a 6 year old might do. Little did he know, Penny was hiding under the end table, waiting to pounce on him.

You know how pets will sometimes pounce in an innocent playful manner? It was kind of the opposite of that. She tried to claw his brains out or something. He had to be taken to the emergency room to get his head stitched back together. Poor Scott.

Needless to say, I'm a dog person.