Opposite Cats

This morning I was walking to the bus when I saw two unrelated cats.  I am calling them opposite cats because of the opposite ways in which they responded to me.

This first, below, just ran away from me.  The best I could get of it was this crappy picture of someone's driveway into which it ran:

Yes, I am aware of the fact that you can't see a cat there.  You will just have to trust me on this one.

The second cat I saw was a corner store--whatever the Russian equivalent of a bodega may be--cat.  This cat was very friendly and wanted to hang out with me until its owner said something to me in Russian and the cat promptly ran inside.