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Dr Joe Murray

Bibs the Cat

  1. we’re all family, really
  2. a little feline philosophy
  3. excuse my french
  4. on the cludgie
  5. the baby
  6. a lesson in socialism
  7. sleeping with the enemy
  8. on the level
  9. a little black and white philosophy
  10. the magpie ultimatum
  11. Indy Cat?
  12. Who’s the Daddy?
  13. It's no about flags

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Aye, right ennuf
a natural balance
a short tale of woe
Maggie and the Little Pollok Carpet

6. a lesson in socialism

“Oi! Izzat you at it again, ya wee bam, ye? Bugger off!”
Bibs looked up and pointed to the dish, “whit… whit? Ah’m eatin here, Big Man, some decorum, if you please.”
“Aye,” said I, “yer eatin my cat’s dinner… again!”
She looked up at me again, I swear she was smirking, “Your cat, oor cat, awbuddy’s cat…" she gave a little shrug, "so what?”
I looked at her, “so wha… you’ve got your own house, my cat has only this one. It isn’t 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, aren’t ye?”
Aye, but…”
She turned and headed for the back door: “practice what ye preach then… 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 the door.”
A distant voice called back, “remember that Ninja thing I mentioned before?”
“Ah’m really beginning tae hate cats,” I thought.