A bit of nanofiction:
"Where to Place Your Anger"
"The kitten peed. On the bed."
He looked up from Candide, smirking. "Quite the social commentator," he smarmed.
She cursed him, Mandarin-style, and stormed out.
He smiled, kept reading. You would think he could hear a mattress dragging his way, but it wasn't until it struck, wet side down, that he knew what was up.