There we were in York.
We took a train, took in the walls, saw the Cathedral.
And then we found this.
Seems innocuous enough.
My sister-in-law had mentioned something about it as we left the house that morning.
I thought she was joking.
We took a pamphlet/map.
When you’re an easily amused travel blogger and you come across a fabulous cat trail, you’re morally obliged to follow it.
The story is that the nobody knows for sure.
No one knows who made the oldest cats (Tom Adams put some up in 1982).
No one knows how old exactly they are — although they’re pitted around the early 19th century.
No one knows exactly how many there are.
Some speculate that they were built to scare vermin away when the plague was a scare…
…but mostly they’re here today to amuse — me.
And so we followed them.
And saw a lot of York.
Following cats aside, York is pretty cool too.
And I guess if you have only a few hours in the city of York, taking a walking tour is probably just as good a way to spend them.
Too sad we had to leave it too soon. Too sad.