Cathedral Cats
This was a lovely and very welcome gift from a friend.
However, I must confess that my only brush with a cathedral cat was when I found two little bowls sitting in a cloister. I can’t now remember whether it was Gloucester or Canterbury Cathedral but I hovered hopefully for some time in case their owner returned. Alas they didn’t. But, no doubt, they were curled up in a vestry somewhere else in the building or enjoying a photo call with visitors.
This book was published in 2006 so some of the featured cats such as Salisbury Cathedral’s Wolfie may have gone to the great fireside in the sky but I’m sure that there are always new cathedral cats to replace them. Wolfie lives on in a fridge magnet which is sitting on my fridge.
The book begins with an introduction explaining the author’s fascination with cats and cathedrals. As he says, cats are no longer invited into these hallowed places due to ‘their skills as keeping down vermin’ but also because cathedral staff have changed – both clergy and lay.
Nineteen Cathedrals and their handsome felines are featured with sumptuous colour photos of them posing on ecclesiastical property. For example, on page 34, the magnificently named Godiva and Leofric are perched aloft watching over College Green at Durham Cathedral. They look like furry gargoyles. There’s another photo of Godiva in mid-prowl as she’s on her way to a Chapter House meeting. The cover photo alone is worth the price of the book and you can feel that the author and photographer, Richard Surman, is not only a talented photographer but also as he declares on the dust jacket, a lifelong cat lover. The felines in his photos display their personalities to us especially on page 66 as Ivor attempts to play the organ or on page 93 with the smiling, aptly named Fat Cat. I defy anyone not to be cheered by that photo.
Each chapter features that cats who live within their particular Cathedral precincts with a brief description of their individual eccentricities and also the Cathedral staff who look after them.
I was very amused by the names of some of the cats; Canterbury’’s Rhubarb, Fungus and Magic, Lazarus at St Edmundsbury and the glamorous Scheherazade at Ely.
A wonderful little book which I’m sure I’ll be re-reading again.