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Wednesday, March 21, 2007

It's no use stroking them and saying: "puss, puss, puss"

A friend in the States asks why Catty is so-named. It goes back to the times when they were all chapel-going mining fowk and the stools in halls and inns were the old-fashioned type with the holes in the middle of the seat (no, I've never known what for either). Local tradition had it that because the fowk in "Catty Town" all had tails they needed the holes in the stools. Hence Catty.

Other northern towns have similar traditions about monkeys and pigs. To judge by the people you see on buses.

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