If we stay with animal analogies for a moment, owners of dogs will have noticed that, if you provide them with food and water and shelter and affection, they will think you are god. Whereas owners of cats are compelled to realize that, if you provide them with food and water and shelter and affection, they will draw the conclusion that they are god. (Cats may sometimes share the cold entrails of a kill with you, but this is just what a god might do if he was in a good mood.) Religion, then, partakes of equal elements of the canine and the feline. It exacts maximum servility and abjection, requiring you to regard yourself as conceived and born in sin and owing a duty to a stern creator. But in return, it places you at the center of the universe and assures you that you are the personal object of a heavenly plan.
– Christopher Hitchens, The Portable Atheist (introduction)
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But cats *are* gods.
I never claimed otherwise.
I have three gods at home… or, more precisely, three gods have, in their rare mercy, seen fit to have me at theirs. Or something. 
I can’t help but note that the quote above expresses nothing more than a cursory understanding of religion as a general topic. In fact, I would think it so obviously ignorant as to wreek of the damage it would do to aethiest PR efforts.