Sage advice, Ge.
We used to have a cat named Spot. (really) Every time he didn't pee in the litter box, my husband would say: "Out damned Spot. Out I say"...
"The Contest"
I engaged in battle with myself.
My plans were flawlessly devised.
Hell, no. I will not go, I said.
My weapons chosen numbered stealth
And stones and slings both real, contrived.
But then they came for both one night,
And though we dug our heels in deep,
They dragged our waking bodies out
And vandalized our sweetest sleep.
Then as we merged as one, retreat.