As I made mention in an earlier post, Matt moved to England to become our UK Cat Correspondent (and get married, etc). Here is his first big report!
Hey Diddle Diddle
The Cat and Fiddle Pub occupies the inconspicuous summit betwixt Buxton and Macclesfield to the southeast of Manchester, England. While it has nothing ostensibly to do with cats other than its name, I felt its inclusion was indispensable—if only because of its delightful cat pattern trappings. It’s got one of my favorite pub signs ever:
A further inspection along its stone exterior reveals a carved (or maybe just molded cement) bas relief of a cat playing a fiddle:
This lighthearted little fellow harkens back to more somber Egyptian stonework and to “the earliest representation of the animal from Greece” which is a bas relief (c. 500 BCE) that is in the Athens Museum:
Clearly, the fiddle player is having a much better time. The pub is a well-know pit stop of calm on the otherwise harrowing road that takes its name from the pub. The inauspicious distinction of “most dangerous road” seems to have some morbidly magnetic attraction to crotch-rocketeers who go on to make the road even more mostest dangerous. At least there are very few actual felines out on the moors for them to run over.
Matt! What a scholar! Thank you so much for your thorough, insightful, and entertaining cat reporting. We look forward to having you on our team.