padre smiles through vapid tears

The cat who fell three decks and lives in pain
reminds the Padre of his soul's descent.
Dissenting through his desiccated brain
one catty thought persists:  "I am ament;
can cat's behaviour rightly represent
my own doomed search for Saviour in red wine?"
He notes that both seek strength for weakened spine
in potables:  fresh catnip and good hocks.
"Those little snakes will render us supine;
I'd better have the boatswain change the locks."