The characters in your story are a woman with a personality similar to a stray cat and a man with a personality of a house cat. Write until you finish a scene where they make up from a spat.

"What?" Glenda growled.  "Why are you looking at me like that?"  She snarled at Pete, her husband, across the cereal bowls on the kitchen table.  

Pete looked with wide-eyed innocence at Glenda.  He was tall and slightly pudgy around the middle.  His hair was fluffy and brownish red, and he had a full beard.  Pete blinked at her slowly and said, "I don't know what you mean, dear?  I'm not trying to make you upset."

Glenda huffed loudly and returned to her cereal eating.  She shoveled in the bran flakes quickly without taking her eyes off of her bowl.  Her orange hair was unkempt and curling wildly around her shoulders.  Pete watched her for a minute longer and then began to take careful bites from his own bowl.  

"So," Pete said slowly between bites,"I thought that tonight we could go see a movie.  We could even get dinner before hand if you want."

"What would we go see?  Something with some action in it?  Or one of your Indie movies with subtitles?" Glenda harrumphed grouchily.  She got up and threw her empty bowl into the sink. The spoon jangled loudly against the bowl and Glenda jumped, her breath hissing out in irritation.  

Pete smoothed back his hair with one hand and said placidly, "We can see whatever you want."

Glenda rolled her eyes and spoke sarcastically, "Oh sure, just roll over and give Glenda whatever she wants.  I know how you think!  Then you can hold it against me later."  

Pete stood and walked slowly over to Glenda, "I want you to be happy, Glenda.  I really don't care what we see, "  he batted a strand of hair out of her face gently.

Glenda swatted his hand out of the way, "Stop placating me.  If you want to go to a specific movie, stand up for it; argue with me!  I hate how you always defer to me no matter what. It's like you just don't care."  She stalked toward him with her shoulders stiff and poked him with her index finger.

Pete sighed holding his hand palm-up in surrender, "Glenda, if you don't want to go, we can just stay home.  I'll make tuna casserole and give you a back rub."

"You are impossible! You just don't get it!  I want you to act like it matters!  Act like I matter," she hissed and swung away from him, her orange hair swishing behind her like a fluffy tail.

"It does matter.  You do matter,"  Pete implored.  He knew better than to approach Glenda when she was in this mood, so he sat down at the kitchen table.

Glenda spun back toward Pete, "Don't you love me, Pete?  Don't you want me to be happy?"

Pete closed his eyes and sighed heavily.  "I DO love you.  I've been trying to make you happy, Glenda. Maybe you'd be happier with someone else..some one who would fight with you, but that's not me."  He seemed to curl up on himself despondently.

Looking at his bowed head, the fight drained out of Glenda.  Realization came flooding in, and she stared unblinkingly at Pete's lowered head knowing she was acting irrationally and feeling horrible.  

"Pete..." she whispered softly.  "I'm so sorry, Pete.  I don't know why I'm so terrible."

He looked up and met her eyes, and they stared unblinkingly at one another for several minutes.

"Pete," Glenda purred.  She stepped up to him and knelt before his chair and nuzzled her face gently against his beard.   "Let's just stay home tonight.  I'll make the tuna casserole, and we can snuggle on the couch."

Pete stroked her hair, "That sounds awesome."