Cats have no need for a god. They have humans to blame.
I wish I could get it into Henry's head that I am not responsible for the fact that it is snowing (raining/cold/there are other cats in the world etc. etc.). Neither do I know where the switch is to turn it off. And I certainly don't deserve THAT LOOK from him when I open the back door on his demand and the environmental conditions are not quite up to his high expectations.
You know, Dicky Dorkins should get himself a cat. He might then understand how God feels with having to put up with his constant "Why didn't God stop the earthquake in Haiti" type carping.