Lazy stance for cats

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“Cats can be so productive when they want to, but why bother as it’s simpler to be lazy, right?!” Gun Roswell

Lazy stance for cats

The cats are always chasing something, being all active and what not, catching the mice and other rodents, then taking up a play with their master, giving all the affection they can muster and then, even thanking for the great food they will always receive as a reward as after all, they are the pet of the house and thus, pride and joy of their owner…

Wait, wait, wait! Cats? Talking about cats here or?

Yes, well, the truth of the matter is that…

Cats, well, despite being fluffy and cute and all kind of adorable, well, they are totally lazy, and rightfully so. Because why not, once you have mastered the better side of life, when sleeping twenty-three hours a day is the best laid plan ever and then, getting all the fine food which the hooman servant will bring, just because the cat is so darned cute and taking good pix for them insta snaps. 

Yeah, well, at least if a cat has been lucky enough to land a job at a household, where they are appreciated for themselves and that is all, and yeah, that should be the life of a cat, noting more nothing less.

Coffee and the close-up

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“Coffee, best of the best of the best, so need I say more? No? Then, you know the score: Hot coffee, black!“ Gun Roswell

Coffee and the close-up

The scene was set and all ready, only waiting for the star to arrive. And typically there were only minutes of five, left before the shooting would start. So, naturally, there would be a slight delay on the arrival as the diva of the show, was not about the take the bow, not easily anyway as in their mind, all others were there to service them, without a question rather when.

A few more moments passed, causing some murmurs around the crew, at least on a few as those familiar with the diva, had learned not to bother too much anymore as the reward, would stand at the end, after session had concluded and the usually successful images would mend, any foul moods the diva might have caused, as the applause of the end result, stood there without fault.

The flashing lights went on for a moment more, as the diva had finally arrived to the scene. The clicks of the cameras heard around the area, as silence other wise ensued, the session a success as per usual as the shots, particularly the close-ups, turned up all great, some might have called it fate, more than anyone could have hoped as per agreed by the whole group.

Soon enough, the moment over, photos ready and the crew relaxed, looking at their reward with closed captures, the scene in front of them enticing, making them all smiling. The diva turning into the thing, which minstrels songs of would sing, the finest organic suspension ever devised, in a cup of a large size, a delicacy to be consumed, the coffee, as presumed.

Calmest after the storm has passed

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“The storm has finally past, and the sun is setting over the darkening horizon, but, this moment will not last as there is surely a new storm on the rising“ Gun Roswell

Calmest after the storm has passed

The skies were clearing up, the greys of the day no longer on display. Instead, a calming blue hue a compassed the horizon, indicating the rising of a sunset, soon to paint the skies red, but before that would happen and the moon would take its place up there lighting the glowing sphere of land and water, the warming rays of the sun peeking out before it was time to turn out the lights, lulling those dwellers large and small to a sense of security, that no matter what kind of events causing turmoil and scare and panic, usually, it would all pass after all these moments would not longer last, than any other of their kind, not the moonlight, not the sunshine or the worst wind factors or even rain mild. Because as of now, it was once again peace and quiet over the lands and waters, and those who were not bothered, by these changes happening around them, would enjoy each and every type, even if it meat that sometimes they needed to fight, for survival, but in the end, all that which was spent, was rewarded with a break of total silence in the calming moment after the storm had passed by, and there was no reminders left high up in the darkening skies.

A hidden cabin in the wintery woods

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“It is so good to hide, we’ll, sometimes, especially during the hard winter times” Gun Roswell

A hidden cabin in the wintery woods

The snow had fallen during the dark night, still totally pristine as there was not a soul in sight
The nature around the forest area, calm and silent, even the wood dwellers absolutely quiet
The steps the outside taken, with the footfalls ever so light, in the surroundings now oh so bright
The cabin small and absolutely cozy, the interior rather comfortable despite the lack of creature comforts
But some of them still remained there, like electricity, running water and a few more of the affordables
Still, their lack would not likely had been even that noticeable, as the ambiance was anything but predictable
As all the beauty around the small cottage, more than made it up with all its beauty and dignity
And to top those visions out and all around, the morning sun was up and shining very brightly
Making the white blanket around covering most of the ground, glittering like the finest diamonds
And so, the days spent in and around the rather hidden safe space in the middle of the forest
Well who could have known to ask for a better place, where for a weekend, a week or a winter to stay and restfully the nights lay
As no modern all inclusive house or dwelling, could beat this nice small villa in a competition, even if there was none to begin with

Low tech

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“It might be low tech and old but if it still works, then why would you want to change it? “ Gun Roswell

Low tech

The technology from the past, has far better lasted, than anything modern, which easily break down, as all of it might just be a tad too complex, too small and too thin and way too plastic for their own good. As all of it needs to be so small and light, one single misstep and you will have lost the fight, the tools you need breaking down in front of you, shattering to small piece and you will lose all the data, the life you lead as it is all in there, what you think you need. And then, nothing but darkness will ensue.

But, with the low tech devices, the computers taking the space of houses, the phones with the cords attached to the walls, or sometimes even out here in the good old fashion booths. Well, those are still around, even if they might be hard to found, but the do work, it’s just, you will look like a jerk, using them, at least, that is the common consensus. But, if you are smart enough, use the old school technology wisely, take care of it and maybe, it will out last all the new and fancy gadgets and devices?

Oh so very cloudy

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“The skies are totally covered with some kind of thick blanket of a thing… Oh, clouds them be!“ Gun Roswell

Oh so very cloudy

The skies were slowly turning, from their usual blue hue churning, filling up with a more thicker substance in all the colours of grey much to the dismay of those dwellers on the ground expecting the full force of the sun to shine upon them, as it had been foretold and reserved even.

It was suddenly getting a lot more darker each passing moment, as if there was some kind of a major storm event on the rising, right out there in the far away horizon, and none of the onlookers were smiling, as this was not what they had ordered, from the weather gods beforehand.

Oh weather, thou art a heartless wench, never the one to follow direction or orders from anyone else, and now, today, the only fun and sun filled day off the shore, was supposed to be the ultimate score for those lowly dwellers of the ground having their spot in the sun found

But no, not today, not for those tiny people would be a play as the clouds were dark and thick and filled with thunder and rain, no, today was going to be hell and pain, and yes even more rain, as the weather gods had changed their minds once again, just for the heck of it. Oh shit!

My special spot, the seat for this Sunday

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“It is Sunday the whole day once again, and I get to sit on my special seat, for the duration, without delay, as I am going nowhere much, today” Gun Roswell

My special spot, the seat for this Sunday

Once again, time has been gone by in a whirlwind week, without much room to breathe, the Sunday here, like it was just yesterday I was here, in the same place, the clock ticking away. But today, no matter what else there is to slay, work, tasks, life, I will take it easy and stay, in on single spot the whole day, no matter whom shall come a knocking on the door, ceiling or even the floor. I am not moving from my own designated spot.

And if someone would like to call me lazy for this single act of selfishness, then be my guest, as I really could not care less. As it said in the ancient song of the past, Sunday, is my day of rest, and unless you have some other suggestion to make me rethink my current position, then please, leave me alone, seated in my special spot, from the zero hour on the dot, until another one strikes on the clock, my ass is not moving unless nature is calling, or then, if the house around me should be falling. This is my day to stay, immobile and for now, that is a status simply fine.

The cat and the blues

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“The cats too can feel the blues and then sing it out loud” Gun Roswell 

The cat and the blues

The furry and fluffy and alway happy friends of ours, the felis catus, the domestic cat, homey or stray, does not matter anyway, as they may easily give their feelings away, even more so than their hooman counter parts, and when they do, they too, will sing the blues, and they will do it any time it will them suit.

So, when you hear the tones of the song, with a hint of an off key drawl, filled with lots of sadness echoing across the long and narrow allies, rest assured, those are the cats of the hood, yours, theirs, no one’s, all of them meowing the same tune, that of the sorrow filled blues.

And before you threaten to sue, just look into your very own self for that specific blue, because all of us have it, most likely buried deep inside, forgotten, denied, even to the others lied, but it’s there and if you like, you too may let it all out, join the crowd, of felines yodelling out loud, and soon enough, the feelings have passed and the songs of sadness have released the laughs, all simply fine, no sin or crime.

The blue side of the moon

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“The moon in the blue sky – isn’t it a tad too early for it to be showing?“ Gun Roswell

The blue side of the moon

It was still too early, the skies all blue and surly, as if being unaware of the stalker out there, doing its thing, even if it was not the time for the moon to sing. So, the question remained as to why this keeper of light of the darkened night, was now out there at this time of day and in plain sight no less, rather careless on its part?

Investigating this odd behaviour seemed rather moot, as getting up there in the tall heavens themselves and asking the question even was rather difficult without a spaceship or even a rocket. But, maybe, simply observing the skies for a moment, an hour, a day, even a month, would give some insight as to the why.

But, after a week the skies remaining blue and sleek, and the moon? Well, it too had emerged there, each and every day, as if proving it could and there was no further dismay of that happening. So, the thing now, for the mere mortals below, as to accept the simple fact, that the moon behaved like it wanted, and despite being out there with the sun, there was no harm to those remaining on the ground.

The lesson learnt here might have been, to simply accept, adore what up there can be seen, even if it is a moon in broad daylight, just keep looking at it, and smile!

Cars, lorries and other driving vessels

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“Rides of all kinds, are beckoning you to drive, at least, in your dreams” Gun Roswell 

Cars, lorries and other driving vessels

Driving, is a form of meditation, especially, when on a very long haul, where sometimes even time will stall, where the calm of the empty highways, might just cause some unexpected smiling, when finally alone with ones own thoughts, causes a pause, from the daily life, and then to ponder as to the lived life, as there is nothing else to do, except the path ahead to ride.

But, if you are not prepared for that moody blue mood, and the thoughts while left alone, does not really yourself suit, and you really want to have some more fun than simply riding in silence and being totally stunned, then why not put on some travel music instead, and see where it all could lead. Maybe hum along the tunes of old and goldies, or then, rap along the modern sounds, but most importantly, the best thing to do is, to enjoy the ride.

In cars, lorries and other kinds of vehicles you can make the trip either short or even a long one, depending on what the motivated the plan in the first place, but then again, embarking on the ride just for fun, can easily be done.