He was pretty PO'd. I asked what happened, but he didn't say anything at first. He got up and grabbed my cat's beads that were by his feet. He then chucks the beads across the house and my cat went running after them. Sharb had slipped on the beads. My cat came running back to the kitchen dragging the beads. He thought it was playtime. I was totally trying not to laugh, but it was a little hard not to. I started teasing him about checking the foundation to make sure it wasn't cracked. He's a big dude at 6'4 and about 215-220 lbs. Sharb gave me a seriously annoyed look then took the beads and threw them in the garbage can because I'm pregnant and he said it was too dangerous to have them laying around.
My cat sat at the garbage can staring up at it. Then he starts to do this begging thing with his paws. There was nothing I could do. I had slipped on them before but hadn't fallen yet. So we went back to bed, got under the blanket and spooned. We start hearing this loud scraping noise. We went back downstairs and found my cat's back end hanging out of the garbage can lid (with a swinging door) and his front half was in the can trying to get his beads. The scraping was his back claws against the outside to keep himself up. Sharb pulled Squig out but it was like that magic trick with the long scarf. Squig came out but the string of beads in his mouth just kept coming. So Sharb put them back in the can and took the bag outside.
Squig was at the door the whole time watching him and begging with his paws to get them back. We went back to bed again. A few minutes later I felt my cat hop onto the bed like he usually does. Seconds later my husband jumps up yelling at my cat. Squiggy bit him on the back of his arm for revenge, but didn't run. He went to the foot of the bed and sat there. When I turned on the lamp to make sure Sharb wasn't bleeding because he bit him so hard, Squiggy was glaring at him with his ears back. He was PO'd over his beads. He never broke the skin but their relationship is seriously strained now. It used to be good, until we got married and Sharb moved in. The first morning after our wedding we woke up to Squiggy sitting on my pillow between our heads glaring at my husband. Things between then have gone down hill since...
