I had a cat with "horns". She had many names, "bear trap" I sometimes called her. She would cross your path, lay down and roll over. Anyone who didn't know, would think "aww kitty wants her belly rubbed". Yeah, no. She just wants to make you bleed. Full on, living cursed gauntlet. Front legs wrap and sink in at the wrist, back legs kick repeatedly, while filling her mouth with meat on the underside of the victims hand. Only cat I ever had that would go out of its way attack dogs. She would bring home the biggest and best presents she could find, live snakes, moles, moster sized moths, chipmunks, ect. She ate raw beef and venison all the time. She lived 17 years. I miss her.