“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.

“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

“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.

“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.

“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?