This one resthome resident is getting to be almost a hundred, and the other afternoon we were chit-chatting and he mentioned that he was afraid of cats and dogs.
"Why?", I was like.
He then said that back when he was a kid, he heard his brother screaming loudly from down the block, and he ran over and there was a cat hanging off his finger, biting it.
So, since it wouldn't let go, they picked up a brick and started hitting it on its head until they killed it.
Then, some city workers came and took the cat away and tested it, and it had rabies, and his brother had to go and get rabies shots, where they put a big needle into his stomach.
He never mentioned why he doesn't like dogs, though.
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