One way is that flowers start out closed.
Then, with sun, time, and a patient blogger walking past them every day even though it's not really on her walking route, they bloom.
Cats actually start the morning in the eastern sun, spread wide, petals made of fur unfurled.
Then, they get overheated and retreat to their corner behind the rocking chair, near the lamp where we keep the sisal that will eventually go around the really hot radiator pipe and where the Internet cable comes out of the wall and drapes over the magazine rack.
A guy has to cool down. Flowers don't.
Another way they are opposites is that kitties will eat flowers you bring into the house. Unless you put them up super duper high.
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