The Jesus Cat

Likely this would have been good to post around some religious Holiday, which we are now about as far from as we can get. But, it's an admission of my faltering faith, as I am.
And anyway you Godless Agnostics can like it too, it 's also about a cat!
  The Jesus Cat

He calls Me
  I, who hide where he cannot find me,
Awaken to his voice,
  yawning with a silent roar,
I rise with an arch and a backbend stretch
   as he calls again,
For a touch up, I lick my wrists and
   run them through my hair,
As he calls a third time and
   I am by his side

Speaking, he tells me
   – what I don’t know,
Pointing to what he shows me
   – I stare at his hand,
He sets the water in my bowl,
He lays the portion on my plate,
With dew round eyes I watch him so,
   While he offers what I can’t relate

I too once had a cat
   who thought as much of me,
I tossed him treats, fed him sweet meats,
   he pranced around, valiant and free,
Yet all I did behind the scenes,
   he had not sense to see

Now I face him, he,
   who sought for me,
With all my wonder, unending,

May I be witness to your every stride,
   may I be always on by your side,
May I proclaim;
  I am just that,
   please know me, I’m
    the Jesus Cat