Caturday Haiku
Cat with various stripes smiles
Patrolling its territory large, no one denies
Afterward, nap time awaits winner
And then, a delicious dinner, with fish
Caturday Haiku
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A cat with a stare
“There be cats here!” Gun Roswell
Nonchalant
I don’t care If you sit there and stare I don’t so really care as my time has no spare I don’t Tory not care I know I got the special flare I don’t for a moment care For I am more important, than anyone else out there As I am a cat, a cat with a daring stare
Black cat sitting on the street corner
“There is a black cat in the street just sitting there, should I be scared?” Gun Roswell
Black cat sitting on the street corner
There once was a black cat
Whom neatly on the street corner sat
Never moving, never budging
Even if there would be a large truck in
Coming around the bend
He would just sit there and this time spend
On nothing and everything
As the world would turn around him
Why you may ask?
Well you see, this is his one job
The only one suited on this small blue globe
As he is the very watcher of us all
The one black cat, sitting quite tall
And that is why there is no fear for us at all
As he keeps an eye on us, that we will not fall
Rulers of the galaxy
“Cats truly are the rulers of the world, well, no, the galaxy” Gun Roswell
Rulers of the galaxy
On guard, it’s their door
The doorway to the world
The world these furry creatures rule
Rule like there is no tomorrow
Tomorrow, which is their future
Future for those furry felines
Felines who will take over
Over the world, the galaxy
The galaxy run my cats?
Cats, yes we consider them pets
Pets to cuddle, to play, to feed
Feed their hunger for world domination
Domination going beyond the world
World now, the galaxy next
Next could be even more than we expect
Expect the universe soon to be run
Run by these creatures we call fun
Fun, but then soon enough we are
Are the slaves for these furry felines
Felines?
Aren’t we that already?
Cats in a row, taking it slow
“The cats know how to take thins slow, taking their time and enjoying, life” Gun Roswell
Cats in a row, taking it slow
Wherever in the world you go, there is one thing in common to show, and that is, that all the cats, either seated in a row, or not, they all are really taking things slow. And, it is almost like if they would know, the secret to life, as they sit there, all quiet, without worries, cares or other types, and they simply, enjoy, life.
So, why can’t we follow their lead and just go out there, maybe on the pier. Sit in neat rows, watching the boats, and not have a worry in life? This could be so totally fine, right?
The cat in the basket
“Better not to keep all your cars in one basket” Gun Roswell
The cat in the basket
Put the tiny cat in a small basket and that
Would be fun way to go out to the market
The fish being the only and ultimate target
As the small cat, does not care about new hats
But she likes to eat, and the real kings of treat
Would definitely be a stew made up so neat
Filled only with the good kind of meats
The fishy kind of you know what I mean
So hurry the heck up and do not puff too much
The market place usually closes at eight
Do better not be late or there will be hell to pay
And that is not the way to slay your way
To the tiny kittens heart so be ver smart
And go git and buy that precious gift already!
Cats a sleeping
“Two cats sleeping, three cats sleeping, even more cats sleeping, yes, I do seem to collect them and now, they are filling, the house!” Gun Roswell
Cats a sleeping
Two of them, were snoring, one was gently purring, as the three cats, were neatly piled together, for a great and relaxing nap. As the room was quiet and no one was disturbing them, not even, the noise mice, so taking some time off, from the hunt, was certainly, quite nice. It had been a long day, after all, for the three of them, always on the prowl, sometimes acting cool and quiet, sometimes protesting with loud meows. But for now, it was the end of a long working night, and so, the cats could take their rest, until such time, when the dinner bell dinged and the food was served, but before that, there could be some time to play to be reserved, because these kitties, no matter no longer young, sure liked to play with their toys and have lots of fun. Still, that was not yet the plan, as the napping continued, over the rug close to the fireplace, for a few more hours, all else be damned!
Grumpier Caturday
“The looks of grumpiness, doesn’t always mean, that the mood reflects the face” Gun Roswell
Grumpier Caturday
Sitting there, on the floor, looking, oh so very bored, so much so, that some might say, it was grumpy, without any kind of funky thing to do. After all, this was the one day of the week, where celebrating the feline freak, was supposed to be that special beat, which the cats and kitties marched by. But today, there was no big smile, on the furry face, definitely not a wagging tail, only a feeling of epic fail. What could be a cause of such distain? Something which certainly needed to be fixed in a hurry right away.
The keeper of the sad cat, wondered of the exact topic, for a moment, before coming up with a kind of a plan, which she hoped, would get the mood of the furry feline turn from uninterested sleeping to a happier stand. So, the first thing, was to get some treats together, meaning the best kind of fish forever. Then, some cool toys to play with, a few moments the spirits to uplift. And the final treat, well, isn’t that obvious for a Caturday ball? A big bag of catnip served, from the finest of colourful bowls, and wouldn’t you know it, after the rattling of the tuna can top, the grumpy cat, came running around the corner, clearly gone was the sad and replaced by loud purring cheers, all around the keepers feet.
The cat who wrote books
“A cat writing and sipping coffee? Yes, well, like cat keeper, like feline, it’s all good and fine” Gun Roswell
Photo credit Cats of Instagram
The cat who wrote books
With her specs on, and coffee beside there, quite strong, the tabby cat, in her comfortable pullover and hat, neatly sat. The page in front, still empty, but it would not take too long, especially after the dark liquid kicked in, for something really good to come forth. After all, this was not her first round with the ink and blank paper, as several stories already written stood on the bookshelf alone. But this one would be very special, as it was going to about role reversals. A biography of sorts, she made a slight snort, a laughing sound in a kitty cat way, as she turned to look, on the sleepy face, purring contently right beside her. The once keeper, now a content pet, the Hooman of a female, who had this cat let, out of her box and now, the lot, would have the privilege, of reading all them booklets, written by the very cat, who on the bedside sat, sipping coffee and typing with a flow the next number one best seller which would everyones minds blow.
A cats profile
“As cute as that can be, must have a great profile too for all to see“ Gun Roswell
A cats profile
A quite cute and totally sassy cat
On the tallest of tables, silently sat
Like some kind, of a cherished statue
From our very own past at that
The historical kind of an artefact
But no matter, how much of a purfect
The fur, the face, and the actual stance
Surely, it was that one very simple fact
That the cute profile, even from a glance
Was surely, that of a goddess, to last
Alas, the quite cute, sassy cat, who sat
Did, not really, much care, of all of that
But, just wanting to be, so worshiped
Like some pretty flower, that of a tulip
And with that kind of a totally great profile
Who would, not want to do that, and smile
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