Help me up, wont you!

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“The black cat, helping a striped cat, well now, that is true team work!” Gun Roswel

Help me up, wont you!

There was something very interesting definitely there, on the window sill
As the two small size cats, kittens really, now on the floor, circled around, at will
Trying to get up, with still growing but short legs still, was quite the feat tough
And even trying to very hard to hop, hop, hop off of, the very flat ground
It seemed impossible to get up there, where something great was to be found
But neither of them succeeding, on their own, so what to do now, they frowned
Then a thought, came to the others mind, maybe working together was fine
Even if they both competed with each other for every single little thing in kind
But this time, maybe it was enough, if one of them reached on the very top
And then the other would know too, what it was so interesting up and out there
Which was intruding their very own domain, and threatening, just of the same
And then the smaller one pushed the bigger one, with a huff, on to the very ledge
Urging him to seek, search and then, to destroy, what ever it was disturbing their day
As the bigger cat got up, he turned back with a huff and a puff, as the only thing
Was a small spider, weaving its web while singing, and now already out of reach
For the small cat and his friend, whom, so eagerly had for big game tried to seek

“What a total bust!” The striped cat told the black cat, “Just a small spider, alas!”

“Yeah, all for nothing, that huffing and puffing!” The black cat told the striped cat. “But when we tell this story to the others, it was some kind of a big elephant or tiger, which we fought really hard against.” She then added.

“Agreed!” Said the striped cat, “And next time, I will let you be the one to go see.” He stated as the two of the strolled back to the litter, to tell a great story of two hunters, they were, slaying wild game without hesitance or even one flicker.

Lazy Caturday

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“It’s that time of the week, when lazy days are what you seek, because you know what? It’s Caturday!“ Gun Roswell

Lazy Caturday

The time of the day, when nothing can be done, except quietly in one place lay, and definitely outdoors rather than indoors to stay. Simply because the sun is warming the ground and whatever spot you may choose, you can only win, never lose, as this is the perfect setting for a day of Caturday, or for us Hoomans known as Saturday.

So, do not be surprised, if you some furry felines out there laying about can spy, as this is definitely their day to spend, wherever they choose their derrières to land. So, whatever you do or thing, be kind and give them credit even if they seem so totally lazy as all the other days, the keep on working, making our streets totally safe.

After all, Caturdays are reserved for our furry feline friends, so let them have this day, and at the end maybe reward them with a tin can, filled to the hilt to tunafish or whatever else kind of dish you might have wanted to prepare for them. As long as it is fish! And next week, you don’t have to worry of all the unwanted critters playing havoc around the premises.

Dark Cat

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“The mysterious dark coated cat is something of a curiosity right now“ Gun Roswell

Dark Cat

It does not speak , it does not move, it does not even care, even if you dare to stare, as it is quite the oddity by nature, and it has no hatred, as, it simply exist. Maybe and simply to enlist, the curiosity of others as they attempt to coax this dark one, to maybe come play and have some fun. Butter there within lies the pun, as this dark side of a being, is only there for the seeing, as it is the one keeping, the score. And no matter how much you adore, the mystery and magical scene surrounding this feline, there is always the b-line, to an exit, and maybe, just maybe, you had better take it, before it is too late to get, the hell out of its way.

Cat of cats

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“Cat is a cat is a cat, and there can be no doubt about that” Gun Roswell

Cat of cats

The cat on the pavement proudly sat, like the king of the hill, or the guard of the heap, but never the place to sleep, only a place of worship.

It was the very spot that this specific cat always came to watch them all, right on the dot at the turning of the clock it was there present, like a heavens sent

The place totally sacred for the cat kind, there was no denying, it was either by the them all to be worshipped or then even possessed

Most likely the latter, as this cat of cats was treated as such, the other neighbourhood cats bringing treats and other stuff for it to feast upon

Whatever the case might have been, I doubt it is for the lowly hoomans to be seen as the cats life their own lives separate from anyones

But observing this cat of cats keeping its court for the few hours before taking its cue and leaving the same designated spot it had stayed on

Not to be seen or heard of until such time again the very next day, right on the dot when the cat of cats once again emerged from the shadows to regain its spot again

The blackest cat

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“The black cat did not cross the road, just because it did not want to be a cliche” Gun Roswell

The blackest cat

Intimidating they tried to be, for you see, that was the reputation to upkeep
Sullen and hardcore, a fighter sworn to be to the bitter end you see
As this was the often painted totally cliched image of the black cats heritage
But what if they did not want to live up to said sad and bad reputation at all
What if the only thing in the whole wide world for them was to play with a red ball
Then after the whole day spent, in fun never to relent, they would get
A bowl of milk and some tuna, then meow at the dark night in the light of the Luna
And after a while of having spent some time doing the things they loved
Curling up in a black ball of fur, and all cliches out the open window hurl
Sleeping soundly with a loud purr, next to their best Hooman boy or girl
As this black cat never wanted to be someone bad or the unspoken omen
Only a loved and treasured member of their adoptive family not the offender
And certainly never crossing a road, just because the tale so long ago told

Caturday on the island of Kos

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“Cats rule the world.” Jim Davis

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Caturday on the island of Kos

“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!”

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The Peekaboo Cat

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“The curious cat will always be lurking around and checking things out“ Gun Roswell

The Peekaboo Cat

The cat who was always so curious peeking her head out from whatever corner or nook she could. She did not care about someone seeing her doing so nor was she easily scared. She simply liked to take a look, of whatever was going on and then she was hooked. She kept on watching life as it went by her, the other creatures doing their thing, living, learning, dancing, even some of them would sing. But, as time went on, she got as the others got old and one day, she realised much to her own dismay, that she had only watched life happening there, outside all those hideaways she liked in to dwell. Now as the interest was still there but she had done nothing to daring, not even showing her face to those others passing by in haste. Deciding today was that day, she was going to take part in the display, rather than simply hiding away. Taking a look from her nook, she slowly but surely took the first ever step, making her way to the light of the day and was surprised, as the others there, while seeing her for the very first time, simply smiled and told her: ?

The Cat and the Girl

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“Cats are like music: It is foolish to try to explain their worth to those who do not appreciate them”

The Cat and the Girl

Would you look at that!
The girl with the cat
On the sofa, laying flat

No time to chase a rat
No time for a little chat
Not even an eyelid will bat

No time for the internet
Nothing playing on the cassette
Nothing moves, on the chess set

If you want to bet
The only comment you get
“What the heck,
Are you staring at!”

Cat of the street

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“When traveling the world all kinds of cats you meet and that is so neat!” Gun Roswell 

Cat of the street

A random cat on the streets I once met, who totally set, to greet each and every passerby with a paw laces high-five. Mostly the people thought it was kind of nice but one especially found it to be more than wise of a mere cat in the streets and then with a smile, she asked the cat if he was fine or looking for something more in life. 

The cat then replied:

This greeting and meeting of asl kinds and maybe a reward once on a while, has suited me and been my style for quite the while. But if you would offer me a place with a warm embrace and a tune on the side, and besides, you look kind and I would not decline, but rather go with you and have a life oh so totally fine.

The woman then smiled and opened her arms the cat jumping up totally charmed and then the two of them left for their home, neither of them ever again alone. After all, sometimes, the street life may look glamorous and fine, but a good home is what the wants yearns even of the furry one seeker, even if it was the famous greeter.

Cat sleeping on a chair

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“The cat sleeps on the chair. Why? Well, he owns it so there!” Gun Roswell

Cat sleeping on a chair

The cat on the chair was snoring loudly, and it was lying there quite proudly. Why you might ask, is the chair occupied by an animal whom should be on the prowling rather than at home snoring?

Well, here is the thing, you see, that cat over there, sleeping, bought the chair in a flee market on the square and now, as he is the owner of the furniture, it’s only natural he should be sleeping on it as well, right?!

So, if you need another place to sit on, then find one or buy one as there is no way you will get the one the cat is sleeping on, even if he was out there doing his prowling thing. It his chair, and that is the end of that discussion in this house hold anyway as the cat always has the last say!