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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