“When a cat smiles, you know it’s gonna be a wild, adventure for a while” Gun Roswell
A cat with a smile
Cat with various stripes smiles
Patrolling its territory large, no one denies
Afterward, nap time awaits winner
And then, a delicious dinner, with fish
On a plate served cold or maybe fried
Just as a heaven’s sent nice surprise
For this cat with many stripes
And a totally catching wide smile
“Cats rule the world.” Jim Davis
Caturday in Greece
“Are you looking at me? You, looking, me?”
“Nah, I’m just resting here for a while It’s cool, hope you don’t mind!”
“Well, as long as you remember, You are in my turf now So just move along before the clock hits September!”
“The ideal of calm exists in a sitting cat” Jules Renard
Tiger Cat
I am a tiger cat
Hear me roar!
My furry stripes
I am wearing proud
Sometimes picking a fight
‘Cause I like being loud
But when groomed and fed
And safely resting in bed
I am a cute little kitty
Without any hissy fitty
I am a soft kitty
Hear me purr
“There be cats here!” Gun Roswell
One cat with a flare
Nonchalant
I don’t care
If you sit there and stare
I don’t care
My time has no spare
I don’t care
I know I got the flare
I don’t care
For I am more important
Than anyone there
Cats and, Dogs
Cats and, Dogs
Put them in a box
What secrets untold
Before you unfold
When the box is opened
Only keep hoping
There is no other agenda
Are they friends or enemies
Or just plain frenemies
That is the age old dilemma
Of Cats with Dogs
“Cats are the best, soft and fluffy and… completely ignoring you!” Gun Roswell
Striped Feline
Striped feline
Or a soft purring ball
How easy to unwind
Soon to a sleep fall
Hypnotized
By those wide eyes
The limber steps
Command respect
You can never own them
Just borrow for a while
But rest assured, the little gems
Will leave you in big smiles
“Time spent with cats, is never wasted”
The Lookout Cat
The lookout cat, at her very post
Neatly and frozen, staying, in the exact same pose
In her current pray, she seems, totally engrossed
Or just maybe, she already had a feast and ate a roast
And now only digesting, is the utter and most
Task she is able, for the least this moment, to coast
“Cat hair all over the place!” Gun Roswell
Black cat on the street
A black cat, proudly sat
In the middle of the street with utter and total ease
She did not move one single inch
Not even in a really, in a tight pinch
Passers by, simply, needed to beside her to slide
As this proud black, was cat sitting ever so wide
Her face was calm and her nose was up
Nothing would her now settled mood stop
She was only gazing, at the clear blue skies
Maybe, because it was as far as the crow could fly
This black cat’s attitude was totally snide
Sassy and bossy, with fur so gloriously glossy
As she clearly was the only owner, and the queen of this street
“Cats are the best kind of pets, always” Gun Roswell
Saturday, spent with Cats
When the world outside
Gets to be too much of a stride
There is one thing on you can rely
The cats of the furry kind
They don’t really ask too much
Once in a while a simple touch
The food to be delivered to their cups
And later on to coddle as such
A day well spent indoors
Even if you ignored much of them chores
For other wise life would be a total bore
If it wasn’t for the cats you so much adore
“Thar be cats here!” Gun Roswell
One cat, two cats, three cats
At first, one solemn cat appeared
Then another joined it on the pier
Then a third one from somewhere
Came along side the two dears
Turning my head along the beach
I thought that the total number had reached
But as I turned back to take a look
Something really inside me shock
The litter had grown to a number so high
I thought it was about to take flight
The cats had come out en masse
And it wasn’t any kind of religious mass
As they all started to meow
It would have scared the farmers cow
The noises raining everywhere so loudly
As the felines were singing proudly
Then an instant it all stopped
And before anyone realized
All them cats, were gone
Rantings Of A Third Kind 