Here's another one called "The Feline Scorned". Cats teach us many timeless lessons, not the least of which is this: Beware the woman scorned. Our cat, Olivia, for instance, believes that she really is my husband's master. She loves him very much, but she rules him with an iron fist.
One late evening when we all retired, we climbed into bed to watch the news. Olivia, of course, took her rightful place at my husband's side, laying her head next to his on the pillow and her body in the crook of his arm. This is how he is supposed to spend the whole night sleeping. When he tired of this and turned over she followed him to the other side. Not wanting to continue on with this sleeping arrangement, my husband put the pillow over his head. Olivia, not to be daunted, tried to burrow under the pillow. When she could not succeed she sat down in contemplation for a minute, deciding what to do. Ever so calmly she walked around to the other side of the bed and very deliberately walked along his side until she reached his derriere. There she stopped, promptly and with vigor gave him a firm bite on his posterior as reprimand! Beware the woman scorned. . . she walks softly but carries a big bite.