When Marmite was little more than a kitten he disappeared from his house in West St Helen Street. The family went in search but none of the neighbours had seen the black and white cat.

A couple of days went by and the bell ringers at St Helen’s Church were practicing when their youngest member went up to the bell tower to check scrabbling noises they had all heard.

Up there he saw a poor frightened cat, and told the others not to ring the bells. He clambered across near the bells and managed to get hold of the cat, took it down and released it outside.

Marmite re-appeared back home and the family were surprised and delighted wondering where he had been. He was very hungry.

Thanks to Isaac for this true life story from the Belfry, and to Jon for a picture of Marmite as a kitten.