Arrived home to find the cat worshipping the washing machine.

The machine was almost at the end of its spin cycle. The juddering had cause the cat-food bag, which I had left o­n the top, to tip up. The dry cat food had emptied itself all over the top of the washing machine and was being vibrated furiously. From time to time a single bean of food would drop from the top o­nto the floor to be met by an adoring cat.

In between the nibbles of manna from o­n high, she was sitting gazing, for all the world as though she was at Benediction.

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