TIFU by suplexing my cat and accidentally activating my other introverted cat’s final form.

So I have a cat. His name is Charlie. He’s playful, energetic, chaotic, and honestly acts like a cracked-out tiger with commitment issues. He flops on my bed every night, belly up, paws in the air, looking all cuddly like he wants affection. I fall for it. I rub his belly. Then he bites me like I just insulted his ancestors. Every. Time.

So I started jokingly suplexing him onto the bed or the couch during our play sessions. And I mean gently—I fully support his back, land him on soft surfaces, and only do it when he’s clearly in play mode (like chasing lasers, attacking pillows, or initiating cat jiu-jitsu on me). It became kind of our thing. Weird bonding, but it works.

Now here’s where I messed up.

We have a second cat named Momo. He’s the total opposite of Charlie—introverted, stoic, basically a loaf with legs. You could pick him up, flip him upside down, and he’d just blink like a sad philosopher. He never reacts to anything.

One day, Charlie and Momo were napping together on the couch. Everything was calm. I, being the fool I am, decided it would be funny to suplex Charlie mid-snuggle. He lands like a champ (as usual), but then— Momo. Freaking. Snaps.

This quiet little background character suddenly growls menacingly (for the first time in his LIFE), jumps up, and starts beating the hell out of Charlie after he just watched his blood brother get folded. He chased Charlie down to the basement while I stood there wheezing and wondering what dark spirit I had awakened.

TLDR; TIFU by suplexing my cat and accidentally triggering a silent-cat revenge arc that might’ve been building for years.