Hercules

I feel for Chris Hein's cat Hercules.

Apparently some scoundrel cat from the neighborhood has been coming over every night for the past week or so to fight. They scratch and claw at each other all night until Chris or Clay goes out and chases the other cat away and then Hercules slinks off into some corner somewhere to lick his wounds and rest up for the next night's match, because the fucker keeps coming back.

Can you imagine? Some dude comes to your house EVERY night and says, "Let's fight," and you have to fight or he just moves in. And you never really beat him, but he never really beats you, so it just goes on and on like that forever.