Cats of the world (or rulers of said place, which ever way you want to look at it)

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“Cats are great, cats are fun, cats are playing under the shining sun” Gun Roswell

Cats of the world (or rulers of said place, which ever way you want to look at it)

The cats will cheer you up, no matter what and how much you can and will huff and puff
Watch them at play, with the stupidest object imaginable, a scrap of paper perhaps
The game going on and on and on, until that very moment, the cats get tired of the thing
But then, they will most certainly start to sing, if not even one present for them did you bring
And that concert of very loud meows will last until the small kitties get their deserver chow
So, better get that handy, what ever kind of cat candy you will them cuddly, fluffy cats serve
As you are that one time special person, the felines will want to keep for now at least, around
That is, until something better comes along at least, that is their ongoing pun, am I right?!

Cats a packing

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“The cats are packing again, on the yards, in the streets, even in the cities, heck they are filling up the land as fast as they can! And isn’t that just grand!” Gun Roswell

Cats a packing

The cats of all shapes and sizes, all breads and kinds, started slowly but surely pouring out from each and every woodwork possible. The were numbered at first in tens and hundreds but as they kept on coming, the city soon was filling up, with furry creatures of the types of felines, making their b-lines to the very centre of the city, and soon enough, there was no place to lay your step as each and every single vacant and even non-vacant patch of the land was filled with cats. They are filing up to the trees, as the streets are full. Some of them climbing up the ladders, all the way to the houses roofs. If this was their plan to conquer earth, it was certainly full proof, as there is really nothing the Hoomans can do, to stop this cat riot of sorts of happening. As they are coming in full force and they seem to all be packing. The overwhelming cuteness of it all that is us Hoomans to please and hey, it’s perfectly working as there is no resisting, this over blow in the tiny brains of this so called Human race.

Sleeping on the job for Caturday

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“There is nothing more invigorating than taking a nice long nap at work” Gun Roswell

Sleeping on the job for Caturday

The shop had been quite busy most of the day, then again, it wasn’t unexpected as it was Saturday, after all, the best selling day of the week. Usually those shoppers at work during the rest of the week, liked to spend their one day of free, looking for that perfect bargain, even if it meant hopping from one establishment to the other. Simply to find that one special treasure of a thing, even if there was no need or even use other than money spend. It was an odd trait of these dwellers of this place, but hey, when in Rome, was the motto, for these bipeds hauling their heavy shopping bags until they started to pant. And even after then, having a moment to exhale, the same rounds continued all day long.

But, it was already late in the afternoon, and the owner cat of the one establishment, had had his share of the hurried atmosphere. After al, it wasn’t easy to keep an eye on them all, as it was the one single job he needed to do, making sure, all was up to par, pulling out the charms, while his keeper did the bidding for the customers. I was amazing how much money they buyers were willing to spend, when this furry feline went purring them to greet. It wasn’t such a big feat for him, as he was a natural crowd pleaser and rarely, did he fail in his particular task, as most hoomans loved him to pat and rub. And when their moods got all better, all the shiny things in the shop turned to desirable treasures, presented to others as treats unmeasured.

So, just another busy Saturday, thought the feline of this establishment. Then, finding a quiet corner, before laying down, for a nap much deserved after patrolling these, stuff filled grounds.

Owner of the block

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“A cat on the street, looking quite neat, clearly, he is the owner of it” Gun Roswell

Owner of the block

The striped cat, on the street corner sat, vigilant and all that jazz, proud stance to intimidate all those daring to trespass. After all, he is the owner of the block, with plenty of soldiers of his own in stock. Ready to defend their very domain at any cost, if you are threatening and act as a foe. But if you are willing to pay for entrance and yield to his demands, then a reward will be yours in the form of many a company of cats, now and forever to you and yours attached. The decision is yours if you wish this block to score and the reward? Well a lifetime these fine felines to adore. And that is much more than you had dared to ask, after all, this was the very thing you are tasked to do, as the keeper of all these fine fine cats.

Look this way! Now this way! (Caturday)

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“Having a photoshoot with a cat, well, the secret is having plenty of gadgets about and some really good year tuna” Gun Roswell

Look this way! Now this way!

The music was playing and the hips were swaying, flashes of bright light hitting the ceiling as the photoshoot was in full swing. It was that time of the year, when the seasonal cards were waiting to be sent and this year was no exception, but the cat was not liking the contraption on his head at all. Dressing up, even if it was supposed to be for fun with a mighty and good smelling reward waiting at the end, this was not his idea of a good day to be spent. But, his keeper had insisted it would all be fun, dressing up in all kinds of costumes she had made up for his benefit, or so, he had been sold, because if he was really bold, they all looked pretty ugly to him. He would rather swim, in a cold river than put on any of that Hooman clothing, but then again, this was his keepers thing. Quicksta-ham or what ever the place was called, apparently was the thing now and his pictures were  plastered all over the place and the Hoomans were crazy in love with snaps of cats in costumes. Whatever, as long as he got his reward, he was going to put up, with this torture of a thing, but later, he was going to have his payback! And that was a promise he intended to keep, even if he had no idea what evil deed it would be. After all, he was not a doll, he had his pride and then he heard it, the click again. But soon after, there was another sound, the one of a lid being pulled off of a tin can and that meant only one thing! Tuna time, and then, all was fine again in his little world.

Trinket Cats

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“No matter what they are made of, cats are cats to be adored“ Gun Roswell

Trinket Cats

They fill the shelves, the couches and even the bed. They may be soft and cuddly or made of breakable stuff, but they still have that fluff. You just want to look at them, until you want to pat them, play with them, at least if no one else is around watching you, yeah, but i know you do, because me, I do it to. It is the simple and best solution for those, who cannot for a reason or another, have a real life furry feline at the house, which in most cases is such a louse. But that is just the way the world goes. So, go on, collect, shelf and play with as many as you may, they’re all harmless fun, especially when life is on the side of stun.

The Curious Cat

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“The curious cat, by the poolside sat and stared at the glimmers in the water, but did not dare to step in“ Gun Roswell 

The Curious Cat

The white coloured cat, by the glimmering poolside sat, on a sunny day at that, wondering about all them white spots, which its curiosity stirred, staring so hard that its vision soon blurred. It was not daring to go chasing after them damned spots though, even if they taunted the small feline to no end. After so many moments simply glaring, it made the b-line, towards the shadowy shelter beneath the trees. After all, chasing bright white lights for a while, was a heavy duty job, and even if it had now stopped, it was difficult to concentrate on the darkness, as them glimmering lights, over on the poolside, kept calling. So, without further time stalling, the curious cat, decided to take another look, as it was totally hooked. Coming back from hiding, it tried all the bright lights to find again, but, overcast, had caused the sun to disappear and the surface of the water, was totally clear. Huffing and puffing for a moment, the cat kept on looking around, but none of the cheerful dots of lights again finding, deciding, it was time, for a well deserved nap. After all, it was hard work, chasing them spots, even, if they had all gone away now.

Cat in stripes

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“Cats in stripes, lead the hive“ Gun Roswell

Cat in stripes

The minute cat,
On the street sat
Covered, in thin black stripes
The passers by, with her keen eye
She totally spies
She may look small
Just, like a pocket size doll
But do not let that you fool
She is smart with some tools
Her claws so sharp
Will out of their hiding dart
As soon as she feels threatened
Or he litter someone else beckons
For she is the leader
The best achiever
For her and hers’
So let out the ropes of your tight purse
To the nearest shop
Quickly trot
By plenty a cans of tuna
And get back here sooner
Feed the striped cat
And be prepared for a lap
Purr she will you reward
Of this, small gift of love

Sleepy kitty 1

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“Soft and sleepy kitty, just like the song says“ Gun Roswell

Sleepy kitty 1

The afternoon nap was upon, even if only half a day was gone. The soft kitty had tried to stay strong, alas the lure of the nap remained on, so the only option was simply to go along and take deserved nap in a short notice at that. This was the matter of fact.

Finding a good and warm spot was of the essence, and then curling up in a comfortable stance before falling into a light slumber, snoring like a god of thunder, leaving those around wonder, how easy it seemed for some to simply fall asleep, and into it so deep.

So, snoring away, the afternoon did not stay, and soon the evening was upon. Yes it really had been that long as the kitty found out, when finally stepping out, from the cozy comfortable place, it had fit oh so many hours in laid. Looking around there was nothing unusual to be found, still it was once again time for the inspection rounds, to see what there was to be found.

But all was fine in the house as no one had dared to disturb the kitty, not even the mouse. All of the knowing well, this was the normal rather than yell. The kitty napping hours on end was the way it’s time was spent. And then it was usually time for a snack, which in the house was never a lack of. And so, once again the soft kitty was rewarded and was never ever scolded.

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.