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.
Sunday, 21 February 2016
Of cats and trains
Recently, the Facebook page of the National Railway Museum (maybe my favourite museum in the world) brought my attention on two articles, one about the resident cat at the Hudderfield Station who "works" as pest controller and one about the cat of St Alban station who found his rightful owner after three years of squatting there. I had heard of station dogs, but not station cats. Cats and trains, what's not to love in these news? One observation: both cats are tuxedo cats, just like my Domino (pictured left). I observed cats dwelling in train stations myself, in fact I can see them daily, but none are sociable, not nearly as much as they two are anyway. And I love the fact that the Huddersfield cat Felix is used as pest control. Not only is he useful, but he must make the days pleasant for both travelers and staff.