The morning comet. (Baton Rouge, La.) 1856-1856, 1856-04-17
Biddy Maloney's strange Cat.

| name OF Fatner Tats ON returning
from work one evening, was met at
the gate by Biddy, his better half in
a state Of excitement.
"Pat,.' says she, "there's a strange
cat in the cabin"
"Cast her out, thin don't be both
erin me about the haste"
"Faix an I've been sthrivjn' to do
that for matther of tin minits past,
but she's beyant me rache, behind the
big rid chist in the corner Will yez
be afther helpin' me to dhrive her
out PatW
"To be sure 1 will bad luck to
the consate she has me house. Show
her to me Biddy, till / tache her the
respect that's due to man in his own
house-to be takin' possession without
as much as be yer lave-the thafe o
the worldY'
Now, Pat had a special antipathy
to cats, and never let pass an oppor-
tunity to kill one. This he resolved
to do in the present case, and instant
y formed a plan for the purpose
Perceiving but one mode Of egress for
the animal, he said to Biddy-
Have yez liver a male-bag in the
house, me dar]intw
Divil a wan is there, Pat. Yez
tuck it to the mill wild yez, to bring
home chips this morin'."
FAX an | did, and there it is VT.
thin. And hev yez nothing at all at
all, in the house, that will tie up like a
bag, Biddy2"
"Troth an l have, Pat; there's me
Sunday petti-coat-ye can dhraw the
strings close at the top, and sure it'll
be betther for not lettin the cat be
lawn yez."
Bidtly, darlint, ye're jewel; lust
be afther bringing it to me at wanst."
Biddy brought the garment, and
sure enough it made "a very good sub
stitute for bag. Pat declared at a
glance it was illigant."
So, holding it close against the |
edge Of the chest, he took a look
behind, and saw pair of eyes glaripg
at him.
IAN is it there ye are, ye ,divill Be
out o that now, bad luck to yez. We
thavin vagabonel Be dad, an We
won't lave at all with perlite AKIN
yerself will bate the pigs intirely.-
Biddy, hev yez any hot water 2"
Sure I've the full Of tay-kettle.
al a bilin, Pat"
Be afther castin the matther Of
quart thin, behint the clist, an we'll
see how the basic minds the like o
hat"
How'd close, thin-here goes tn.
'tamin' hot wather."
So saying, dash went the water, and
out came the animal into Pats trap
Arrah, be the howly poker, / have
i'm now, Biddy," said Pat Moloney.
: Is it nine lives ye hav, ye'baste -
We'll, now, be akin me pardon for all
havin ye've bin doin in me house, or
Is the nine lives will not save you.
3iddy, seize hoult Of the poker an
whilst shoulder the bag, just whack
he daylights out Of the haythen divil ,
ntirely." ,
Pat threw the bundle over his
houlder, and Biddy struck about
hree blows, to the tune of St. Pat.
ick's day in the morning, when she
uddenly stopped. {
"What smi)ls SO quare, Patg Sure t
Us takin my birth away wild the 8
'ower Of it. Oh, murther, Pat, it's t
he divil ye have in the sack!" Il
Bate him, thin-bate the horns t
if" I
I'm faintin'" said Biddy; "cast =
i'm off ye, Pat" /
Och, murther, murther! Biddy G
ialoney, what hev ye done 1--WE t
rent and mistaken horrible polecat a
" harrumlex tame cat !" /
Pat, for the love o. God, if we're 8
onvauient to the door, unclose II. ere c
m perisht intirely. 0, Biddy Ma 6
my, that liver you should lave ould q
'eland, to be smothered an murtber-
in this way p
Fax, the little villain bates the -
vil himself; he's ruined me house. :"
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