I love kitties! I have one who thinks she's a dog.
One year, when I was still living with my mom, and we had this stupid parrot named Harley, my old buddy Tigger jumped up onto his cage, sending him flying into the Christmas tree. And where did it land? On my head of course. Got it on tape, and all you can see after the tree falls are my feet sticking out underneath. GOOD TIMES!