Thomas The Cat Stories

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                                   Thomas travels to London      

Standing on platform one of Colchester North Station, clutching a small hand luggage bag, Tom, in great excitement, waited for the 8.30a.m. to London. He was going to see the sights at long last! He had dodged the crowds, having paid for his ticket. The inspector nearly said "No cats allowed on trains!" but had thought better of it, as this might spark off a cat discrimination act in Parliament!

     The train came tooting slowly into the station, and Tom hopped into the carriage and gingerly sat on the seat nearest the window. Getting wierd looks from his fellow pasengers, Tom looked forward to his first independant trip from home. He had only travelled as far as Elmstead Market in Grandma and Grandad Cattier's car.

     As the train progressed towards London, it began to fill up mightily. Passengers were standing, clinging on to the straps that hang from the carriage ceiling. Thomas felt his fur ruffle and started to feel claustraphobic, so he decided to find a more comfortable seat down the other end of the carriage. He pushed is way down, getting angry glances from his fellow passengers. They wondered what an over dressed cat was doing on their early morning commuter train! Thomas had hoped to disguise himself as a back packer but did not reckon that his tail would be a give away, now he was open to the stairs of the commuters. Even as he was passing the ticket collector at Colchester North Station he was met with comments such as; "Where is Dick Whittington," and "Give the Lord mayer of London our regards!" Tom ignored the comments, as they assumed he was on his way to play in a pantomime. Luckily for Thomas it was the pantomime season of early January.