Amazing but true 15

They put the best biscuits at the bottom.

Porter has blues.

Tiffany Porter is a very religious woman. She presumably prayed for qualification before taking part in the 100 metres hurdles semifinal at the Rio Olympics. She came fourth, thus not qualifying automatically, but fast enough to put her in contention for qualification as one of the fastest losers; which in itself makes you wonder about her god's opinion of her. But hey! It's probably part of the plan, right?
The subsequent and last semifinal race featured her sister. We were told by the commentatress that, as a religious woman, Tiffany would be praying for the right result, which quite specifically would involve her sister qualifying automatically but with the fastest losers losing with a slower time than her own...
Remember, this outcome would be determined by a god which just 5 minutes previously answered her qualification prayers for qualification with fourth place.
As it happens, her second prayers were answered with remarkable accuracy. But then, this is god, and I would imagine precision is a key part of the job.
So I don't know what happened there.
Was her god punishing her for a minor misdemeanour? Something which just needed a swift correction.
"You're grounded! Not really." - that kind of thing.
Or maybe there were better prayerers in that lineup. Maybe that god has favourites. Better in that lineup, but not as good as in the subsequent heat, presumably.
Maybe that god took it's eye off the ball for a second while dealing with this homeless person's prayer, or that warzone child's prayer, or that scared mother's prayer.
I just wonder if she should be wasting god's time with such trivial stuff.
She should wait till the final!

Coo for cats.

It's often stated that humans are the only animals which drink the milk of other animals and that doing so is an aberration. That's not true, but I've probably missed the point.
Cats will happily drink the milk of other animals. Hedgehogs famously too. It's not particularly good for them, or us, perhaps, but they don't find it distasteful. At all. They fucking love it. I've watched them fucking loving it. Cats don't consume what they don't want to unless they are starving or forced to. In moderation, it seems fine to me.
Birds too. When we used to have milk delivered to the doorstep, you'd often find the foil caps had been pecked open by sparrows looking to get at the contents.
I reckon if cats knew where to get cows milk from, they'd go and get it themselves.  The fact that it's in the fridge, closed and out of reach is normally deterrent enough. The fact that it's in the shop, closed, on the shelf, and you need money and cats don't have pockets is often deterrent enough.
The fact that it's in an udder, on a cow, in a field, out of reach, and requiring the deft touch of (for example) a milk maid, or a young cow, or the relentless tug of the automatic milking system...deterrent enough. You need opposable thumbs and the soft pliable pad of simian digits, not the slashing, slicing, tree climbing talons of the feline to coax the juice from the coo. If they could do it, if they knew how, you bet they would.
...or would they?
Dogs have owners, cats have staff, right?
Because indeed cats do have a tool for the removal of milk from cows. Us. With the opposable, pliable simian fingers and automated milking systems. With our bottles and complex waxed card containment devices, with our just out of reach refrigerated storage cupboards. Just as we might turn a tap or lift a cap, the cat operates us with a figure of eight around our legs and a swish of the tail, and lo, there is milk in a bowl, but not too often, because it's bad for their little tum tums, and we'd find ourselves cleaning up behind them too.