THE DIFFERENCE BETWEEN CATS AND DOGS
The old man sat on the porch of the gas station, looking out at the deserted highway with his menagerie of dogs and cats.
“I’ve had critters my whole life, “ he told the young traveler. “You know the difference between cats and dogs?” the old man asked as he scratched his leathered cheek. “Dogs are easy to make happy. Sure they’re loyal; to whoever feeds them, but they’ll accept food from just about anyone. But cats, cats are particular. They know what they want, and can’t be distracted from that. They won’t eat something just because it’s placed in front of them.”
“And cats cover up their shit,” the young man added earnestly.
“That’s right,” the old man acknowledged, nodding. “That’s right.”
“I’ve had critters my whole life, “ he told the young traveler. “You know the difference between cats and dogs?” the old man asked as he scratched his leathered cheek. “Dogs are easy to make happy. Sure they’re loyal; to whoever feeds them, but they’ll accept food from just about anyone. But cats, cats are particular. They know what they want, and can’t be distracted from that. They won’t eat something just because it’s placed in front of them.”
“And cats cover up their shit,” the young man added earnestly.
“That’s right,” the old man acknowledged, nodding. “That’s right.”