a lesson in socialism
Izzat you at it again, ya wee bam, ye? Bugger off!
Bibs looked up and pointed to the dish, whit
eatin here, big man, some decorum, if you please.
Aye, said I, yer eatin my cats dinner
She looked up at me again, I swear whe was smirking, Your cat,
oor cat, awbuddys cat
" she gave a little shrug, "so
I looked at her, so wha
youve got your own house,
my cat has only this one. It isnt fair on her.
Fair? she stared back, Fair? Hunger makes thieves
of us all, big man, but you would know that, being a socialist, eh?
She snaffled the last morsel from the dish. Ye are a socialist,
She turned and headed for the back door: practice what ye preach
practice what ye preach.
I stood there, looking at the north end of a south bound Bibs.
I shouted after her, how did you get in here anyway? I had shut
A distant voice called back, remember that Ninja thing I mentioned
Ahm really beginning tae hate cats, I thought.