The train rattles along the track, British countryside flying by in a blur. Tilled fields, pastures, moorland, woods, country lanes and scattered farm houses. You are alone in the compartment; well, save for the plump tabby cat which sits across from you, gazing out at the passing landscape with a strange intensity. A voice echoes down the car.
"Next stop: Ulthar Village Station."
The tabby's ears perk up, and, with a luxurious stretch and it's jaws peeling in a yawn, the cat leaps from the padded seat and trots past you. Carefully pawing the door open, it disappears into the corridor with a cordial wave of it's tail, the door sliding closed with a soft thud as the train begins to slow for the next stop...
It is said that in Ulthar, which lies beyond the river Skai, no man may kill a cat; and this I can verily believe as I gaze upon him who sitteth purring before the fire. For the cat is cryptic, and close to strange things which men cannot see.
- The Cats of Ulthar by H. P. Lovecraft