When I was a young man, I had to remove a cat hiding in the basement of the house left by the previous renters. Although I wore gloves, she managed to claw my left arm while removing her. I washed it with soap and water, thinking nothing more of it. Later that day, while working, however, I started feeling sick. After a bit, I noticed a red line from my wrist area to my elbow and went to the ER for treatment of my Cat Scratch Fever. Antibitotics knocked down the infection overnight.
Many years later, I married a wonderful gal who is the daughter of a large animal veteranarian. She grew up on a farm with dogs, cats, horses, and cattle. She can best be compared to Ellie Mae Clampett when it comes to having "critters" around. We had the dogs and horses, but she wanted cats. Now we have four house cats that have bonded with the dogs. Cats will paw me for attention, and if I don't give them what they want, some light nipping is their fall back. No serious issues, other than when they start raising a fuss, meowing and pouncing on the bed to be fed in the early morning hours.