So last night was a complete debacle. One of the cats jumped up on a shelf where Mrs. Beebo had set her Memory Tree -- a small artificial Christmas tree hung with ornaments commemorating our past pets. Tree went crashing down to the floor, a few of the ceramic ornaments shattered, others were damaged. Days of creative work, one-of-a-kind custom ornaments, all lost.
My dear wife was livid, and since I'm the "cat person" to her "dog person", there wasn't anything I could say. I just swept up the pieces, tried to look equally grief-stricken (which, quite honestly, I'm not), and kept my mouth shut. I also kept my mouth shut this morning when we woke up to find that one the dogs had been sick all over her crate (because she WILL eat the cat poop in the back yard). I bagged up the rug and crate pillow and threw them out, then started cleaning liquid poop off the wood floor under the crate.
This is why we can't have nice things. Unlike my wife, I made peace with that a long time ago.