“Jerusalem” for cat owners

Cat wakes you up
And did those feet in ancient time
Walk on my bed at 5 AM?
And did the Countenance Feline
Stand on my chest and stare down at me?
Bring me my glasses of burnished chrome.
Move, you dark satanic beast!
I shall not return to blessed sleep
Nor shall the cats cease freaking out
Till I have served them Fancy Feast.

(With no apologies to Robert Blake.)