Feline Impediments to a Sunday Nap

Two souls, alas, reside within my breast
And each withdraws from and repels its brother.

           Goethe, Faust

Two cats recline upon my chest—
One looketh east, one looketh west.
One points the end that looketh south
Towards the end where ith my mouth.

When one cat stirs, the other growls—
The first one hisses through his jowls.
I try again to close my eyes
And hope they reach a compromise.

Instead, the two begin to circle
To better make my surface workle.
They treat me as (this makes me sore)
Floor model in a mattress store.

These two, I note, we treat as brothers
And as for cats, we have had others;
But male or female, expensive or free,
All seem to lie on top of me.