The other day we were out in the backyard amusing our grandson. My wife was also looking for her cat. She still has this idea that she can control the cat and make sure that it is where it’s supposed to be. Eventually it came out and follwed her around a little bit and she was happy, until she watched the cat for a while.
The cat found a bit of open ground and decided that he would bring great joy to his feline heart if he rolled in the dust. He had a great time rolling back-and-forth, back-and-forth. He was a real dusty muffin by the time you got through. I thought it looked like he was having a lot of fun. She was horrified that her precious kitty was so dirty.
This illustrates one of those great differences between men and women, or at least between my wife and I. All she could see, was the dirt on the cat. What I saw was an animal reveling in life.
We are all different. Some are more different than others. Some of the biggest differences are between men and women. I wonder what would happen if I went and rolled in the dust. On second thought, I might not live to post about the experience. If you never hear from me again you can assume I succumbed to temptation.
homo unius libri
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