Long ago in medieval England, there lived a young knight born of wealth and privilege named Sir Henry Wyatt.  Wyatt was born in Yorkshire about the year 1460, the fourth son of Richard Wiat of Southange.  Wyatt had attended college at Eton with the heir to the throne, Henry Tudor, and they had become friends.  King Richard III  felt threatened by the possible support Wyatt could provide to the legal heir. Unable to justify killing him outright, the King imprisoned Wyatt often, at least once in the Tower of London.

In a cold and narrow tower (there are no ‘dungeons’ at the Tower; people were imprisoned in a variety of locations, including the towers, assorted houses, stables and cellars), Sir Henry, then in his mid-20’s, suffered numerous tortures, including the rack and an instrument called barnacles; vinegar and mustard were forced down his throat.  He slept on a thin straw mat in a damp, unheated room; his clothing was in tatters and insufficient to keep him warm; and he was given very little food.

One day, a “cat came into the dungeon with him, and, as it were, offered herself unto him. He was glad of her, laid her in his bosom to warm him, and by making much of her won her love. After this she would come every day unto him in diverse times, and when she could get him one, bring him a pigeon.”  The cat came to be known as Sir Henry’s “acater” [caterer].  The pigeons were dressed out and cooked for Sir Henry by a friendly gaoler.

In the Church of St. Mary the Virgin & All Saints (the Boxley Church) in Maidstone, Kent, above the choirstalls, near the altar, is a large stone memorial.  It was put up by Edwin Wiat "To the memory of Sir Henry Wiat, of Alington Casle, Knight banneret, descended of that ancient family, who was imprisoned and tortured in the Tower, in the reign of King Richard the third, kept in the dungeon, where fed and preserved by a cat.  He married Ann, daughter of Thomas Skinner Esq. of Surrey, was of the privy council to King Henry the Seven and King Henry the Eighth." 

Nothing is known of what became of the cat, but Sir Henry was freed from prison shortly after Henry Tudor ascended the throne in 1485.  The historian for the Boxley Church wrote me that "The surname has been variously spelt 'Wiat' and 'Wyatt'.  Also 'Knight banneret' would today be spelt 'Knight baronet'.  Part of the family emigrated to Virginia in the 1600's and many Wyatt descendants return to Boxley Church to visit their roots -- and read about the cat!  Some local people here claim to have seen the ghost of a cat wandering around an old farmhouse, now a restaurant."

The Wyatt papers, drawn up in 1727, relate that “Sir Henry in his prosperity would ever make much of a cat and perhaps you will never find a picture of him anywhere, but … with a cat beside him."  (See the full passage below.)

The Earl of Romney, who is directly descended in the female line from the Wyatts and is the present representative of the Wyatt family, has a half-length portrait of Sir Henry seated in a prison cell with a cat drawing towards him a pigeon through the grating of a window. Lord Romney also possesses a second picture of 'The cat that fed Sir Henry Wyatt’.  Both paintings represent Sir Henry in advanced years, and were painted many years after the fact by unknown artists.

"He was imprisoned often; once in a cold narrow tower, where he had neither a bed to lie on, nor cloaths sufficient to warm him, nor meat for his mouth; he starved there had not God, who sent a Crow to feed his prophet; sent this his country's master, a Cat, both to feed him and to warm him ---- it was his own relation from whom I had it ---- A cat came one day down into the dungeon unto him, and, as it were, offered herself unto him, he was glad of her, laid her in his bosome to warm him, and making much of her, won her love. After this she would come every day unto him in diverse times, and when she could get him one, bring him a pigeon; he complained to the keeper of his cold and short fare; the answer was, he durst not better it; but said Sir Henry, 'If I can provide any, will you promise to dress it for me?'. 'I may well enough' said the Keeper, 'are you safe for that matter' and for him from time to time such pigeons as his Acater (caterer) the cat, provided for him. Sir Henry in his prosperity would ever make much of a cat, and perhaps you will never find a picture of him anywhere, but with a cat beside him."