No wonder you were upset.
I do remember a cat at my aunt’s farm. He was a tuxedo cat. He had a little black mustache so I called him Hitler. If I dared enter his barnyard, he would sidle up and rub on my skinny little bare legs and then just as my guard was down, he would rake me with his claws. So whenever I saw him I threw barnyard dirt at him. He finally go the message and stayed away. It was that same summer that I witnessed a bull mounting a cow. I was about 8 years old and pretty upset. My adults laughed at me. I’m still scarred. By the laughter, not the cat.
No wonder you were upset.