A modern-day fable
A short short tale
The male cat exuberantly digs his hole and then he does his business, sometimes still facing the hole he dug. With a flourish he leaps from his toilet and saunters off without a glance over his shoulder, his leavings exposed to the world.
The female cat approaches the box. Wrinkling her nose at the odor and looking inside with distain, she rakes the litter over the scat before digging her own hole. She makes her deposit into the hole she has freshly dug, then turns around and daintily covers her own leavings. Only when she is satisfied that the box is tidy does she stride off throwing her head into the air with a sense of accomplishment.
As with all fables, there is a moral to this story. Since the beginning of time, women have been cleaning up messes their men leave behind. (Perhaps that’s why we need more women in political roles. Hopefully, the divine feminine could put a stop to war.)
“Perpetual devotion to what a man calls his business, is only to be sustained by perpetual neglect of many other things.” Robert Louis Stevenson (1850–94), Scottish novelist, essayist, poet. From Virginibus Puerisque, “An Apology for Idlers” (1881).
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