I was a smoker for about 20 years and quit in 2021 with Chantix.
For all but the last maybe 5 years of that, I just had cigarette butts on my mental whitelist. I was an otherwise very litter-conscious person who just didn't consider butts litter because...? I never reasoned it out, and was like I suddenly realized I was fucking littering and then I became hyper sensitive about it.
We adopted Penny and two others from the same litter and named them all after Beatles songs, so there is Penny (Lane), her brother Rocky (Racoon) and their sister who is either Honey Pie or Wild Honey Pie if it is during her freakout time.
Honey's hind legs don't work much but don't try telling her she can't do something the other cats can do
Rocky has a heart defect and will have a shorter life so we are packing all the love and joy and spoiling we can into whatever time we have with him.
I dunno but nice interrobang