A few years ago I was watching a wonderful performance of Shakespeare's play Henry V at Southwark Cathedral, acted by a fantastic group of actors called Antic Disposition. The audience was gripped by the action as the story unfolded, when a little visitor suddenly appeared and wandered across the staging. It was Doorkins, who thought she'd like a starring role! She didn't stay, but had a look round to her satisfaction, and wandered off again. It didn't detract in any way from the play, but the audience smiled as she trotted away.
Doorkins' own story is magical, how she became the Cathedral's beloved cat after turning up as a homeless little stray one day. She will be greatly missed by all those who loved her.