Last night I was listening to the delightful Fr. Freddy in the parish hall of St. Anne's. They are giving a series of talks about the sanctity of the Mass.
Father was going into the notions of sacrifice in the Old Testament. He mentioned that the inferior being (man) has through natural law acknowledged a Supreme Being and man offers the best gifts as an oblation.
In a flash it occurred to me that perhaps when our dogs (in particular) bring us a bone and drop it at our feet they consider us to be their god! They tend to treat us that way. They wait for us to come home - they bring us things they kill (nothing major, in my case, but lizard halves!) -- they sit at our feet, and follow us everywhere.
Now CATS, otoh.....fergeddaboutit...they want us to worship them! They'd never pull you out of a burning building, for instance. Never mind they can't. They still wouldn't want to.
[Photo: Maggie the wonderdog, now angel dog. I miss her more than I can possibly say.]