I just love this description of the difference between us clever pups and those purry-things:
We pups are always so eager, so enthusiastic, so happy. We play, and we run, and we love to let you gentle humans be part of it. For example, here I am when I was playing with soap bubbles. It was a lot of fun, and I could have chased those bubbles all day long.
But purry-things don’t seem to understand the joy in chasing soap bubbles. Or sticks. Or much of anything. Oh sure, sometimes they will chase a string around the house, but after they catch it, they just sit there. They don’t really get exciting about the game.
Not like us clever puppies.
He just looked at me and hissed. He didn’t want to listen to anything I said. He just wanted me to leave him alone so he could sleep.
That’s okay with me if he didn’t want to play. At least dad was there to play out in yard with me. And that’s what we did. Shall we go play tug-on-dad’s-arm? Yeah, yeah!