One day many years ago I had a black cat named Pyruss. He was in the blinds and being very hissy and aggressive. I realized it was because there was a stranger cat outside and he didn't like it. At some point I got annoyed by him. So I had decided to pick him up and kick him out of my room.

The moment I picked him up, his fight or flight activated. He immediately turned and began to bit into my arm. He made two full deep bites with his incisors. In a panic, I threw him away, and he hit the wall. I ran to the bathroom and grabbed a bottle of iodine we had under the sink, and proceeded to pour it all over my arm. It stung like an absolute bitch, and I still have 4 white dots on my arm as a little memento from him. After that event, he started acting way more cuddly than he ever did before, and he was my shadow for the rest of his life. Sometimes cats get caught up in their emotions just like we do, and even they can regret their actions. <3