The uncle aside for a secondm,this is a hilarious post. I almost crapped my pants.
The situation reminds me of that time I was walking whilst sleeping (sleepwalking?).
I don't remember what happened before, but I suddenly woke up standing in front of my fridge, naked, with a opened bottle of milk in my hand, in front of an open window.
Luckily it was night time, because my 6th floor appartment looks out on 3 other buildings and a grass plain where kids play. I might have caused irreparable damage during daytime!
Ok, ontopic.
I must say it was brilliant to give your uncle the cat. It should have taken him off balance, and gave you time to think.
If he was going to attack you, he needed to get rid of the cat, buying you time.
That's, of course, excluding the possibility of him attacking you with the cat.