In his lust for pass completion, the man in my bed completely overthrows the end zone. Cat does NOT plop onto my side of the bed, or even onto my pillow. Dog does not take this lying down and arises with a loud yelp. As I dip my head over the side of the bed to assess why my IKE is yelping, the dog's ascending head intercepts my descending nose. Then, MY blood drips on said cat.
Husband sees cat speckled with blood.
MY dog bit HIS cat. This mental jump is immediately followed by a physical one. Brimming with righteous indignation, very tall husband stands upright in King sized, pillow top, extra high bed. King sized, pillow top, extra high bed sits directly below a ceiling fan. Ceiling fans, in Arizona, in August, always twirl.