3. excuse my French
Bibs wandered in and sat near me while I was having my
coffee and croissant on my little chair out in the garden.
Croissant, eh? she said.
I try to ignore her. I cant encourage her as my own wee cat doesnt
like her much.
Dye like French stuff? she asked.
Oui, I replied.
Oooooo, she mocked, alors tu parles français?
She chuckled, she obviously doesnt like me and I have no idea
why she even hangs around.
She did that thing cats do: paws out front arse in the air and stretched
her back. I once had a French Chartreux try to hit on me. Theyre
a kinda blue colour, yknow?
Yes, I said, then possibly a little too smugly. did
he suggest you had a little Chat together?
Ha, wit, she said, the insolence of the educated.
I imagine you have an O level or two?
A PhD, in fact, said I proudly.
Oh, yer a PHUD are ye? She got up and walked away, then
stopped and turned, see what I did there, big man?