THE KITTY'S CATECHISM
Forgive me, God, Iím small and weak
And only born about a week.
Iíve barely opened up my
Itís much too soon to catechize.
Do I believe? How can I doubt!
Mom taught me to be most devout:
Cats once were gods for the
(Now wouldnít that give you
Do I give thanks? Yes! Yes! Iím told
Iíll live to be fourteen years old.
Then die and go to kitty
Where, Mama says, the catnipís
And do I pray? Well, I can purr
And huddle down inside my fur,
Though mostly I just donít
And listen close for Godís
Who made the world? Iím in a fog!
(I donít believe in God the Dog)
Is it enough to hope and
That Youíll put something
in my dish?
Ask my cousins - Jaguars, Panthers,
Cheetahs, Lions - for the anthers,
Leopards, Tigers - they all
How catechism anthers go.
Forgive me, no more questions, please,
Itís time for me to take my ease,
And lick my paws and chase my ball:
Iím just a kitten, after all.
from the forthcoming book Prayers of 100 Animals A to Z, by William Cleary