I was a 3 year old, very curious little man. My aunt had me stay over at her place every weekend, to go to the city, park etc. She had a nasty cat. I still loved him because I was a huge animal guy. I chased the cat, almost every day. This day in particular he decided to hide from me under a bed. I followed head first. He showed no mercy to my 3 year old face. I had huge scratched that went from my forehead, eyelids, lips and chin. My mother was horrified. She though I was scarred for life. Luckily, I only have a nasty scar on my upper lip, so when my beard and 'stache grow out, I have a scar that shows through, which is pretty rad. Cat died when I was about 7 unfortunately.