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In Memory of Bradley, the Church
Cat par excellence
In July 1840 (before his conversion to Roman Catholicism), John
Henry Newman wrote to a friend:
"While I was sitting in my surplice at the altar in Margaret Chapel
[All Saints' Church, Margaret Street, London, now a renowned Anglo-Catholic
parish] on Sunday, during the first lesson; a large cat fell from
the ceiling, close down at my feet narrowly missing my head. If I am not
mistaken, it fell on its back. Where it came from no-one I have met can
tell. I had heard a mewing since the beginning of the service. Mrs. Bowden,
who observed a large cat at St Mary Maggiore in Rome, suggests it as additional
proof that, in the clerk's words, the chapel in Margaret Street goes as
near as it ever can to Roman Catholics."
Newman has nothing more to say about his feline encounter. However,
160 years later on the other side of the Atlantic, the Advent for three
years was home to a Church Cat par excellence, Bradley. Here are some
of our favorite images of this wonderful feline friend.
Memorials to Bradley:
Bradley's burial, October 24, 2004
Poem by June Knowles, July 24, 2004
Lady Chapel flowers on October 3, 2004

Bradley arrived at the Advent in October 2001, and lost no time making
himself at home - and making sure that everyone else understood their
position in the greater scheme of things. He even considered himself
the equal of our bishop!

Bradley's job consisted largely of being adored, although he was
known to assist in pastoral counseling. He was also a multiple gold
medalist
in the feline sporting events of endurance lap-sitting and crumpled-paper
chasing - and, occasionally, taking time to smell the flowers...

And like any good church cat, Bradley preferred"living"
water - particularly when someone was available to turn on the faucet
for him.
In case you were wondering, Bradley said his prayers
regularly - and he knew where to go to say them, too: right to the
Verger's stall, in the tradition of Newman's unexpected visitor.

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For Bradley
A grey shadow,
our royal prince,
glanced a greeting,
sniffed the garden
in spring bloom,
shared summer sun
on a bench he owned.
Balanced on velvet paws,
green eyes shining,
he dipped a pink tongue
in fountain's clear offering.
With mischief and affection
he graced our early
Sunday mornings.
A presence,
silently crossing
the altar,
barely deterred by a
gentle clerical foot,
he was, with us,
God's Creation.
June A. Knowles
July 24, 2004
Remembering Bradley,
a very special cat,
with love and thanksgiving
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Bradley's burial, October 24, 2004:
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