Our cat, nominally “Aslan” according to the rescue centre, but typically “Cat!” (and not answering to either unless it involved food) very sadly shuffled off whilst I was at the recent Stafford show. He was the living embodiment of the following comparison.
the dog looks at you with love in his eyes, you feed him, you can open doors, you can walk on your hind legs, so you must be a God.
the cat looks at you with curiosity in his eyes, you feed him, you can open doors for him, you provide warmth for him, so he must be a God.