My husband and I lie in bed and the cat lay on the pillow between us. I don’t like this thing, I grabbed him and tried to pull him off the pillow, and he grabbed his nails, I pulled him, well. And here is the dissatisfied voice of the husband: “Did you beaten on Sunday morning with cats on the head?” and I laughed and replied: “Yes, he’s grabbed his nails, and I’m trying to take him away.” What the husband says with an even more dissatisfied voice: "Well, if they tried to pull me off, I would also cling to the nails".