Cat, by Sinclair Lewis, ends with the cat praying to its cat-god:

Its very purr is of piety
And thanks to the Feline Giver.

And this is how it prays:
"Ancient of days
With whiskers torrendous,
Hark to our praise,
Lick and defend us.

Lo, how we bring to Thee
Sweet breasts of mouses;
Hark how we sing to Thee,
Filling all houses
With ardent miaouses
Until it arouses
All mankind to battery.

Thou with golden claws,
Thou of silver claws,
Thy tail is the comets' cause,
King of all cattery!"

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