Cats

Keeping a cat is a religious act,

It shows you its arse, 

You laugh,

It purrs along your shin

And you believe it likes you

Not the tin.

It takes a devil to suggest

The opener is the cue for love to begin.

And sometimes, it will stay away

Perfidiously for several days

Its randy gut and shallow soul

In a sly affair with a foreign bowl

Yet, on its prodigal return, you still bend the knee

To make offerings

Of rabbit, 

Cod 

And sea lion fricassee.

If its supercilious shanks

Are all it offers you in thanks,

If it ambles past your altar

Ignores your hand

Disdains the saucer,

And lets you know it has redress 

To holiday at a better address,

It's time to renounce your faith in mog

And get an anagram of god.