Felix The Railway Cat

There came a day when it was very clear what Felix wanted. She was miaowing insistently for her dinner – and, this time, she really was hungry, for the team leader on duty had been caught up in an emergency. Seeing this, Chris said to his human colleague, ‘I’ll take care of t’cat.’ So he and Felix had gone into the kitchen together and he’d sorted out her supper.

After that, Felix’s assessment of this ‘young un’ seemed to change. Oh, this one feeds me, I’ll follow him … she seemed to think. Whether he wanted one or not, Chris now had a buddy for life.

Angie Hunte could have told him that Felix was the very best buddy you could wish for. It’s lonely at the top, and with the way the shifts worked for the team leaders, nine times out of ten they would be on duty on their own – managing a team, sure, but with ultimate solo responsibility for the station. Only very rarely would Angie get a chance to sit down with Billy or one of the others with a cup of tea to talk through the frustrations and worries of the job. Yet she found that Felix, ever-present, was always willing to listen with an attentive twitch of her white-tufted ears – and the cat made the perfect sounding board for gripes about work. Sometimes, she was the only ‘person’ around whom Angie could talk to.

‘For God’s sake, Felix,’ she might rage at the cat when one thing or another had come up. ‘I’m fed up. I’m absolutely fed up!’

Felix would jump up onto the desk and come padding over to Angie’s side. She would sit down, yet she wouldn’t beg or paw or purr as she sometimes did. Instead, she seemed to listen, as if she knew that that was what Angie needed of her at that moment. Felix could be a diva, it was true, but she could also be a very good friend.

Which was why Angie always had the same response whenever customers asked her what would happen if Felix jumped on a train – or was escorted onto one by a joker. ‘What if I took her on a train?’ they might query, provocatively.

Angie would narrow her eyes. ‘You’d have me and thirty-five colleagues after you,’ she would say tartly. ‘It’s really not worth it.’

But while Felix was going nowhere, one part of her – a part that had become rather famous – now completely vanished.

In the summer of 2014, Felix’s long-time glitzy pink collar and her heart-shaped name tag went missing without a trace.

To this day, no one knows what happened to them. One day Felix was wearing them, looking as glamorous as always; the next, her neck was bare. Did she slip the collar off herself, as she used to do with her kitten cuff? Or did it get caught on something during one of her explorations, and was even now hanging from a prickly bush or dangling over a precipice?

Whatever the story, the cat wasn’t telling it. She preened and fussed in Angie and Angela’s hands as they exclaimed over the pretty collar’s absence, but Felix’s head-tossing look wasn’t quite as effective without her bling.

Much more important than her fast-tumbling glamour credentials, however, was the fact that, without a collar, Felix was wearing nothing that told people she was a railway cat who belonged to the Huddersfield team. Without a tag, she could be stolen – or get lost. If she ended up in Domino’s Pizza now, there would be no happy ending to the adventure.

It became a priority to get Felix’s identity back as quickly as possible. The team wanted everybody to know that Huddersfield station was where she lived; where she belonged. Angela Dunn went out to buy the new collar, and she raced as quickly as she could to the pet shop.

But there was disappointment as she surveyed the collars on display. Felix had looked so stylish in her pretty pink collar that Angela had been planning to get her the exact same shade again – but there were no pink collars available except for really over-the-top designs with bling literally hanging off them, which were totally impractical for a railway cat who every day went travelling across the tracks. Yet Felix needed a collar today – no one wanted her to go one more night without some form of ID. What if tonight was the night someone snatched her, as they’d done two years before? What if tonight was the night that Felix got hurt far from home and no one knew to call the station when she was found? It didn’t bear thinking about.

Angela frantically rifled through the offerings: a panic search of the whole stand. Nothing seemed appropriate for Queen Felix. She took every single collar off the hooks, searching, searching, searching … And there, at the very, very back, practically the last collar she examined, was a glittery deep-purple number that exactly matched the colour of the TransPennine Express logo.

It was perfect. ‘On brand’ for the company cat. Elegant and smart. But most important of all, of course: glamorous.