I believe in Cat, the Kitten almighty, creator of Kitchen and liter box.
I believe in Catus Catst, His only Feline, our friend.
He was conceived by the power of the Holy Yardball and born of the Virgin Fluffy.
He suffered under Dogmus Wooferton, was not given tuna, played dead, and was sad.
He descended into beneath the couch. On the third meal cycle he rose again.
He ascended onto the kitchen table and is seated at the right hand of the food bowl.
He will come again to judge the fried salmon and the pork.
I believe in the Holy Kitten,
the holy catlic Church, the communion of purrs,
the forgiveness of yarn,
the resurrection of the tuna bowl,
and fluffyness everlasting.
Acat.