“They fought like cats and dogs.” It is a cliché because it is a commonplace, something said so many times for so many years that it hits our ears, our sensibility, and bounces off. “They disliked each other a great deal and yelled and shouted at each other.” Yawn. But as I was walking back to our apartment in St. Jean-de-Braye I saw a group of people, mostly children, watching an event which was quite exciting: a dog and a cat were going at it at full tilt, scratching and biting and mauling and screeching and bleeding, a dustdevil of two small animals in a sanguinary blur.
“Sanguinary blur?” Really? But anyway, go read it if you’d like.