“The cat usually likes to nap, a lot it seems!” Gun Roswell
Sleepy Cat
Sleepy eyes
Still a spy
In this house
Maybe a mouse?
‘Oh that louse
Will not escape
My scrape!
No, not this time
No, that would be
A big crime!’
Sleepy Cat
Category Archives: Caturday
Black as in a Cat
“The colour of black looks really great on a mysterious cat” Gun Roswell
Black as in a Cat
In need of something so cool, something quite sleek, something or someone, so totally deep.
Well, look no longer, as there she is, standing right there, in the middle of the busy street!
It is the black cat, of course, smart as that, all dressed in the latest fashion, well, yes, black!
And despite her being, well, a cat, she is well aware of looking good but, still, feeling laid back.
She is the model, pun intended, for each and every street dweller, her looks turning heads.
Human and animal alike, this black dressed feline will elicit smiles, as she all of them passes by.
Strutting in her slender paws, no one who has seen her can’t but stand it utter awe.
As this fashion forward cat of the streets, keeps on going with her head held high and eyes in a wink.
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The cat with the blues
“The cats too can feel the blues and then sing it out loud” Gun Roswell
The cat with 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.
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Cat with an attitude
“Cats with attitudes, well that certainly is special!!!” Gun Roswell (very sarcastically)
Cat with an attitude
The cat in front of me did strut
As if waiting for sim kind of major debut
Staring, glaring, daring, her eyes totally flaring
As if, she for what ever reason had completely had enough
“Wassa matta?”
I simply asked, not sure what this incident had now tasked
Because I knew for certain that the fact
Of food and water in the bowls were still intact
But she kept on staring at me
As if hypnotising was the on remaining to be
For everything else she had already gotten
My house, my bed, my servitude for only her spoken
“What more do you need?”
I know I sounded desperate not smart
The staring contest clearly lost on my part
She kept on going for a moment longer
Then, without further ado she parted, knowing well she was the stronger
And a cat with a attitude at that
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The owner of the establishment on a break (for Caturday)
“There is nothing more proud a creature, than that of a cat, especially since they think they own, everything” Gun Roswell
The owner of the establishment on a break (for Caturday)
The cat at the end of the stairs sat
After all, this was his place of business and nobody else’s to claim
And so, therefore, the whatever else kind of aim
Anyone passing by would like to state
The cat would simply ignore them
Because why not, it wasn’t even a chore
As clearly, the cat was the owner
No matter what any Hooman would like to tell
It would never be an easy sell
Not to the cat and certainly not to the person
Because once a feline had made it clear
The territory marked and without fear
Protecting each nook and cranny of the whole
Come hell or high water or some Hooman doll
The cat would never shy away from its stay
Not when there was the whole house at stake
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Stripes and the Cat
“The ideal of calm exists in a sitting cat, but not for long, not when you turn your back!” Gun Roswell
Stripes and the 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
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The smart cat in the spot
“The cats always choose their places in those spaces given to them, and then it will be their spot and no one else’s” Gun Roswell
The smart cat in the spot
The cat in a chair sat, just because it was apt to do so
For hours on end, would they time on the chair spend
Watching and observing all those passing by, like a spy
Perhaps true, and maybe even part of some conspiracy
A plot device sent out here to destroy the human kind?
Well, what ever the cat’s purpose might just be
It was not clear to those passing as usually
A loud purr could be heard from the very source
As those who dared to pet the sitting cat on the spot
Were soon rewarded with an affectionate nod
So, whatever you might think of this very cat
Choosing their very own place in this space we share
The street, the neighbourhood, the planet fair
Perhaps even an alien invader but, then again
Who could easily resist a soft purr and a fluffy figure?
Next time, when getting all around in the hood
Keep an eye open for that one cat you should
As befriending them might just be the best thing
Even if it was just an ordinary common place being
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The cat in their spot
“The cats always choose their places in those spaces given to them, and then it will be their spot and no one else’s” Gun Roswell
The cat in their spot
The cat in a chair sat, just because it was apt to do so
For hours on end, would they time on the chair spend
Watching and observing all those passing by, like a spy
Perhaps true, and maybe even part of some conspiracy
A plot device sent out here to destroy the human kind?
Well, what ever the cat’s purpose might just be
It was not clear to those passing as usually
A loud purr could be heard from the very source
As those who dared to pet the sitting cat on the spot
Were soon rewarded with an affectionate nod
So, whatever you might think of this very cat
Choosing their very own place in this space we share
The street, the neighbourhood, the planet fair
Perhaps even an alien invader but, then again
Who could easily resist a soft purr and a fluffy figure?
Next time, when getting all around in the hood
Keep an eye open for that one cat you should
As befriending them might just be the best thing
Even if it was just an ordinary common place being
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Cat a contemplating on life
“The cat sitting in the middle of the street? Well? It can mean several things really – waiting, wasting time, contemplating life, or just sitting, just because they can” Gun Roswell
Cat a contemplating on life
The cat who sat, in the middle of the street, someone even pleading, for them to move away, as traffic would most likely cause some dismay, alas, the cat who there calmly sat, could not have cared any less, because they had a bigger plan, the bigger picture to see, because this was no ordinary cat, whom simply on the streets sat, rather someone with many philosophical thoughts, their mind in a constant swirl of all the things in there hurled, thinking about life, the passersby, even the faint smiles given to them on a few occasion, and so, without moving much, the cat who on the street sat, kept on plotting and planning, the life as we know it scanning, taking serious notes, and then posting those, in the galactic wide board, for the rest of the life forms, to make a note of, a warning of sorts, of what the Hoomans of the blue globe, were doing, without any kind of good form.
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The Black Cat a lurking
“The cat might be black, and none too friendly at that, then again, neither are most people“ Gun Roswell
The Black Cat a lurking
There black cat, strolled from behind the shack, seemingly ready to attack, but perhaps not, as it might just have been alerted there on the spot, of something moving about, as this was the black cat’s territory after all, and the lurking was kind of its domain, so, whomever dared to do just the same, well there was going to be trouble, as the black cat really did not like to share, not their feats, nor their place, as it would disturb the balance of things.
And so, the black cat strutted, around the neighbourhood, just like it should, watching, lurking about, making sure, nothing hinky would happen during its watch, as this was the black cat’s spot and when it was on the prowl, no others, Holman or animals alike were allowed, to step inside the territory of the black cat’s ownership, not without a fight or something similar, and that was pretty much it.
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