Cat conversation on Jeremy Corbyn and the Labour leadership contest

Madam Miaow of Cats for Corbyn translates:

“Waddya think of this leadership contest?”
“It don’t half exposes the contradictions in the bourgeois democracy.”
“Ya reckon?”
“Just a bit!”
“They really don’t want the one with the beard to win, do they?”
“The one with the eyelashes fancies his chances.”
“I don’t. He’s deader than that mouse you found.”
“At least the mouse didn’t beg for his life the way eyelash boy did.”
“The little one looks like she’d confiscate your bikkies given half a chance.”
“And the other one would rub your nose in your own poo if you even looked at her funny.”
“Better than rubbing it in her poo, for which I hear she has form.”
“Beardie would give you the prawns off his own plate. ‘Stroo!”
“Let’s go and rub ourselves against his legs.”
“Okay but try not to trip him up. No point doing their job for them.”
“Race ya. Last one on his lap’s got fleas!”
‘C’mere. You need a wash first. You always show me up.”