When I visited the Chapel, I didn’t know there was a cat. I joined a group of people while one of your staff walked us around the Chapel and we were asked to sit down – not too far from the entry to the basement, which has always been a source of a big secret. I was sitting in the front row but alone. As the guide told us the history, everyone was silent and attentive – the Chapel took on a mystical tone.
From nowhere, a ball of black and white leapt onto my knee! I leapt into the air and screamed. Unflustered, the guide said “Oh that’s William” and continued the story – so regaining composure, I sat down again and William shuffled back onto my lap where he remained for the rest of the talk.