I went home for Easter Weekend and went to church with Mom and Dad. Our church is an adaptation of the Jubilee Community, which is part of the Otterbien Methodist Church, and we hold service in Johnson City in an art gallery, formerly known as the Ladybug Gallery. In the gallery lives a cat.
I think she enjoys sunday service, since she has a captive audience to pet her and when we have chocolate (like on Easter) we crumble up our wrappers and throw them at her so she can play. During each service, as a silent meditation, we're invited to follow a drum, at first beating loud and quickly, into silence, and easter was no different. The cat wandered around with the drum, meowing softly in beat, and falling down on the last beat, as if she knew, completely relaxing (the point of the excercise) by the end, palms (or paws) up.