The yet-to-be-named cat has found a way to crawl inside our bed. He made himself some holes in the netting/fabric/slash weird stuff that is on the underside of our box spring and he likes to crawl around in there. The problem for us is that it makes a lot of noise; and, for some reason he meows a lot when he's in there--it's like he gets lost.
He did this this morning while Chris and I were trying to sleep. Chris can sometimes be irrationally mad when he gets woken up by the cats (which sometimes worries me--what will he do when it's a baby crying?). He will throw the covers off, stamp out of the bed, mumble incoherently about the "stupid cat," and then take the cat downstairs and lock him in the bathroom until we wake up.
Even with all that, here's why I think he will make a great father. This morning when I went to let the cat out of the bathroom, he was lying on a blanket that Chris had put on the floor for him.
How cute is that?