The Louisiana Democrat. [volume] (Alexandria, La.) 1845-1918, 1868-11-11
Pat. Maloney's 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
better half, in a high state of excitement
Pat says she, "there's strange cat in
; the cabin
Cast her out, then; don't be botherin
me nj, -.ut the baste."
"Falx an I've been striven to do that for
the matter Of tin mints past, but she is
bevant nv rae. he, behold the rid chist in the
corner. Will Tez be after helpin me to
drive her hot, Pt.F
ITO be sure will; bad luck to the con
safe she has for me ht'use Show her to
me, till tache her the Inspect that due to
man in his eouse-to he t,cckln possession
without as much as by yer laV.2--tne thafe
av the wurrud.
Now, Pat had special antipathy to cats
and never let pass an opportunity 10 Kill
one. This he resolved to do in the present
case, and instantly formed plan FL the
purpose. Perceiving but one way Of os!ess
for the animal. he cries out to Biddy:
Have yez liver male bag in the house
nc darlnt?"
"Divil wan is there Pat. Yez TUX it
to the mill wid yez, to bring home chips
this Eiornin."
'Faix an 1 did, an th,'re it is yet, thin
An have yez nothing at all 81 all 'haC VIII
tie up like bag, Biddy?"
"'froth an | have, Pat; sure .'ere my
Sunday petticoat--yez can draw the l''1'ngs
close at the top"
"Biddy. darlint. yer jewel; be ate.
bringin it to me at wanst."
Biddy brought the garment, and sure
| enough it made good substitute for bag
Pat declared at glance that it was ''ili-
CANT" Holding it close against the edge
of the chest, he took look behind, and
saw pair CT eyes glaring at him.
Gan 10 it there We are, ye divil? Be out
o'dhat, bad luck to yez We thavin vagabone.
Bedad, an ye wont lave at all wild polite
akin. Yerself will bate the pigs entirely.
Biddy, have yez any hot wather"
Sure I've the full av tay kettle, all
bilin hot"
Be after castin the matter Of quart,
thin, behind tee chist, and we'll see how the
haste minds the like O. that
How'd close thin; hero goes the stamin-
hot wather."
So saying, dash went the water, and out
came the animal into Pats trap.
hiiuli, NC Iuc Eo"fJ poHot, H"'C iM
dow, Biddy." says Pat. SIS it nine lives
ye have. ye bas,e2 Well, now, be akin my
pardon fer all the thavin ye've bin doing
il me house, or it's the nine lives will not
save yez. Biddy. seize hoult av the poker
and Whit shoHlther the haste. jist whack
the iaylghts out of the haytheu divil in
trely"
Pat threw the bundle over his shoulder
o,l ohn IN ho
tune of"Saint Paterick's Day in the Morn
ing" when she suddenly stopped.
"Welt i'm agin, Biddy.
taken NE breath away, wild the power of it.
Och, murther, Pat, it's the divil ye have in
the sack"
"Bate him, thin-ba,e his bloody horns
off"
"I'm faintin," said Biddy, cast him off ye
Pat"
"Och. wi ra, wirra, murther; murther !
Biddy Maloney, fat have ye done Yez
have mistaken nashty pole-cat form
harrumless tame cat!'
pat, for the luv of hiven, av yer conva-
nent to the dure. unclose it, for I'm persist
intirely. Oh Biddy Maloney, that liver ye
you should lave ould Ireland to be smoth
cred and murthered in this wayi"
"FaiX the little villain bates the divil
himself he's ruined me house, kilt Biddy,
and put me out ay consate wild me own
self. Oh, the murthe:in bastc."
By dnt of washing, and ironing, and
securing, and airing, and the burying of
Biddys best petticoat for space of time
things were at last set to rights. Bnt t
little recrimination took place between
them on the occasion, and neither ever for
got the expulsion from the cabin of Biddys
strange cat.