Shenandoah herald. [volume] (Woodstock, Va.) 1865-1974, 1867-05-23
A Strange Cat.

i A Strange Cat.
Pat Maloney, better known by the
name OF Father Pat, on returning from
work one evening, was met at the gate by
Biddy, his betterhalf, in high State Of
I excitement.
pat says she there's strange cat
in the cabin
Cast her out thin. don't be botherin'
me about the haste "
FAX an have been striyin' to do
that for the mather Of tin minits past, but
she is beyond my reach, behind the big
red chest in the corner Will yez be af-
ter helpin' me dhrive her out, Pat %
ITO be sure I will; bad luck to the
consate she has for my house Show her
to me Biddy, till I tache her the respect
that's due to the man in his own houses a
to be takin possession without SO much as
by your lavc-the tbafe the world
Now, Pat had special antipathy to cats
and let pass an opportunity to kill one
This he resolved to do in the purpose
Perceiving but one way Of egress for the
animal, he says to Biddy
''Have yez liver male bag in the house
my darlint p
''Divil one is there, Pat, Yez took
it to the mill with yez, to bring chips this
mornin'
''Faix an did, and there it is yet,
thin. And have ye nothin' at all in the
house that will tie up like bag, Biddy ?"
'Troth an have, Pat-there's me
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close at the top and sure it will be better for
not lettin the cat LAWN ye."
| "Biddy, darlint, ye're jewel just be
after brigin' it to me wanst "
Biddy brought the garment, and sure
enough it made good substitute for bag
Pat declared at glance that it was ille-
CANT"
So, holding it close against the edge of
the chest, he took look behind and saw
a pair Of eyes glazing at him.
An it is there We are, we divil? Be
out o that now, bad luck to yez. ye tina
vim vagabone. Bedad an ye won't lave
at all with perlite akin -yerself will bate
the pigs intirely. Biddy have yez any
hot water ?"
Sure. I've the full Of tay kettle all
billin,' Pat
BE after castin the matter of a quart
thin behind the chest and we'll see how
the bastes minds the like o. that
How'd close thin-here goes the STERN
in hot water. So saying dash went the
water, and out came the animal into Pats
trap.
'Arrab, oc the howly poker, have him
now, Biddy,' says Pat 1t is nine lives
ye have. ye beast? Well, now, he akin
pardon for all the thavin' ye've bin dom
in my house or its nine lives will not save
ye Biddy SAFE how'd O the poker, and
whilst I shoulder the bag, just whack day
lights out O the hathin divil intirely.'
Pat threw the bundle over his shoulder,
and Biddy struck about three blows to the
tune of St. Patrick's in the morning
when she suddenly stopped
What smells SO QUAR-, Pat? Sure its
takin me breath away wild the power of it
Och, murther, Pat it is the divil ye have
in the sack p
Bate him, thin-bate the horns OFF,
ram faintin' said Biddy; cast him of
ye, Pat!'
Och murther murther! Biddy Malon-
ey, what have ye done !? we've went and
mistaken horrible pole cat for harm
| less tame cat p
Pat, for the love O God if ye're conve-
nient to the door unclose it, for I'm perish
ed intirely. Oh, Biddy Maloney that liver
you should have left ould Ireland to be
smothered in this way
Fax the little william bates the divil
himself; he's ruined my house and kilt
Biddy, an put me out o consate wild me
ownself'
By the dint Of washing and securing
and airing, and the burial of Biddy's best
petticoat under the ground for space of
time things were atlength set to right a.
gain. But not little recrimination took
place between them on the occasion, and
neither ever forgot the expulsion from the
cabin of Biddy's strange cat.
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