We have a pussy. You can usually find her in the barn. She hunts mice, bothers raccoons, but leaves the chickens alone.
We have a cock. He also lives in the barn. He’s our only one. He struts his stuff. We’ve noticed he has a favorite hen, but he’s really not that particular.
Lately on the news, it seems, they’ll talk about our pussy, but not our cock. Have you noticed? What’s up with that?