Blogue d'un québécois expatrié en Angleterre. Comme toute forme d'autobiographie est constituée d'une large part de fiction, j'ai décidé de nommer le blogue Vraie Fiction.
Monday, 21 March 2011
Three cats on the railway
Another post on the little details that make life: there are three cats in the small train station I take to go to/from work. I usually see them in the evenings, waiting for the train home. One is the black cat that I see from time to time, there is a black but white on the belly, neck and paw (which I nicknamed Guinness) and another is a black and white spotty cat, smaller, barely older than a kitten. They are feral: I tried to stroke Guinness once he was on the gate, he just ran back on the rail. I don't think they have collars. They are quite brave, just walking like this on the railway. I would say fearless if they didn't seem so scared of me. I don't know why, but I find these untamed cats fascinating. Wild felines on the railway.