The InterKitty express

Apropos of very little, this story was carried by papers as far away as Hartlepool and Portsmouth, always written in the first person.

Yorkshire Evening Post
Friday 13 December 1935

TRAVELS OF ALBERT OF WRENTHORPE RAILWAY CAT
Preference for Dining Car Journeys

Albert is probably the only cat in the world who carries a railway season ticket wherever he goes. True it is not an ordinary season ticket. Round his neck is fastened an official disc bearing the words “I’m Albert of Wrenthorpe”.

That disc will admit Albert to any station or train on the London North-Eastern Railway.

“Once upon time when a very young kitten.” Albert told a reporter today, “they told all about Felix the cat. You will remember that Felix kept walking. But at early age that struck me as mug’s game, if you’ll pardon my slang. Why walk I said to myself, when trains run practically past the door? So, seven years ago, I climbed into goods wagon Shipley – for I’m a Yorkshire cat sir, and I maintain that no mice are as nourishing as Yorkshire mice – and the train took me to Wrenthorpe goods marshalling yard, near Wakefield.

“It looked a nice spot and Mr R A Daws, station master Westgate (Wakefield) Joint Station a great friend of mine. I have made it my headquarters ever since.

Nine lives needed

“Mind you, a cat wants all his nine lives at Wrenthorpe, because it is surrounded by scores of lines, and trucks are being shunted in all directions day and night.

“With my season ticket I have had many prolonged and pleasurable visits to West Riding stations and depots. About three years ago I spent a week at Manchester. Then in August, 1933, I had a little trip to Doncaster and liked it so much that I stayed there for a year and made many friends. Another little run I had was a sixteen month tour f Yorkshire.

“People often wonder how I manage to distinguish between an express and a slow goods train – and choose the express. The answer is that I always look out for the train with a dining car. Even a cat must eat…”