to be the next Prime Ministers - jointly.
If you haven't met Cantori and Decani they are the Cathedral Cats. They rearrange the hymn books to play "castles and dragons". (They leave the prayer books well alone.) They use the hassocks as sleeping mats - leaving hairs to transfer to human clothing.
Cantori plays the keyboard of the organ and Decani plays the pedals. Neither of them can sing in tune.
They also play soccer in the aisles - with the miniature soccer ball the choirboys gave them the Christmas before last. This often leaves muddy paw prints along the strip of red carpet - also used for turning somersaults and cartwheels. It infuriates the verger and the cleaners. Very occasionally they rearrange the flowers - and they frequently snuff out unattended candles.
They remove mice gently and deposit them in the Dean's house.
They do manage to sit quietly under the first pew during services - apart from the occasional flick of the tips of their tails. When necessary they put a paw out to waken any canon or dean who has fallen asleep during the sermon.
Of course they fight over who gets the most tuna and whose turn it is to lick the lid of the yoghurt container.
It is all strictly forbidden of course - but they do it anyway. The two of them know every hiding place in the cathedral. They know the coolest places in summer and the warmest places in winter. They love the pageantry of the church festivals but avoid weddings and funerals.
The cathedral staff don't quite know what to make of them. They are perhaps irritated and amused in equal measure.
Unfortunately the Archbishop is genuinely fond of them. He won't release them from their duties to take over the running of the country.