There's nothing more fun than using my remote control helicopter to antagonize my wife's cat. When he's sleeping high a top his throne in his kitty mansion. I do a fly by and he jumps straight up in the air like he's just been tasered.  Before you say poor kitty, you need to understand that this cat taunts and tortures me every chance he gets. Whether it's sleeping on my freshly pressed dress pants the day of the most important presentation of my life (man does this cat shed), sharpening his claws on my brand new suit (brings whole new meaning to pin stripes) or leaving one of his famous hairballs on my pillow (I'm gagging just thinking about it). And to think my wife actually has to ask why I'm a dog person.