Some years ago, our cat was sitting on a window sill with my lab lying next to it on the floor. I was in the other rooms when all hell broke loose in the kitchen. The cat and dog were really mixing it up. Then I realized that somehow they'd both got tangled in the Venetian blind cord and were tied together. I grabbed a knife, grabbed the cat, and cut them apart. They ran in opposite directions. There was blood on the floor, on the window, on the wall, and all over me...and it was all mine. I was wearing shorts and in 3 seconds the cat had shredded my legs. It hurt.


β€œIn a time of deceit telling the truth is a revolutionary act.”
― George Orwell

It's not over when you lose. It's over when you quit.