How a Cat Prays   by Sinclair Lewis   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 of the golden paws, Thou of the silver claws, Thy tail is the comets' cause, King of all cattery!       Cat Room Cat RulesCat Lynx Home