My cat tore three holes in the sofa I just bought.

I scolded it, and it looked at me innocently, then turned and walked away.
The next morning, I found it peeing on my bed, right next to the pillow.
I was so angry I was trembling; it was crouched on the windowsill, squinting at me, with an expression that said: "Go ahead, keep scolding."
I endured it, silently took off the sheets and washed them.