He Who RemainsThe Lord is my hooman; I shall not want.
He maketh me to lie down in fresh laundry: he leadeth me beside the still water bowls.
He restoreth my soul: he leadeth me in the paths of cuteness for his name's sake.
Yea, though I walk through the valley of the retarded dogs, I will fear no evil: for thou art with me; thy pets and thy 'psst psst psst' they comfort me.
Thou preparest a table of kibbles in the presence of mine enemies: thou anointest my head with pats; my bowls runneth over.
Surely cuteness and mercy shall follow me all the days of my life: and I will dwell in the boxes of your house forever.
