ABSTRACT
One afternoon in the early 1970s, I was boiling a kettle for tea. The teapot … was waiting open-topped on the kitchen surface. At that moment, the cat – a very noisy Burmese – turned up at the nearby kitchen door, howling to be fed … . I opened a tin of cat food, dug in a spoon and dolloped a large spoonful of cat food into the teapot.
