The Death of a Dishwasher

Cat: "The dishwasher is broken."
Dog: "What did you do to it?"

Can you see The Cat's hackles go up? POOF. The Cat moves into a more defensive posture then retreats upstairs for a shower while Dog-boy investigates the demise of the dishwasher.
Heart pounding, eyes alert she comes downstairs only to find The Dog having a fit while handwashing the dishes. Cat-girl slinks along the floor trying not to draw any attention to herself. Once collected, she goes in for another round;

Cat: "You have to be pissy about it, don't you?"
Dog-boy smashes another dish and comments on the amount of spagetti in the drain.
Cat: "Dog, I scrape the dishes so it can't be that much."

It is indeed too much, though. So I leave with the Puppy-child for a nice, big breakfast @ Denny's to fortify for some retail therapy.

Oh, and I took my rings off. Ding! Ding! Ding! The Cat went for the TKO in Round 1!