“Growing old together, or at least, growing up together? Matter of an opinion perhaps? But growing fat together, now that is really something!” Gun Roswell
Love, cat, fat, cat
The two small kittens, wandered to this specific position, on the map that is, making their home with the Hooman who could not ignore, the perfect slim and tiny baby cats, who simply needed someone to look after. So, welcoming them duo with open arms, was most likely a move smart.
Years then passed and the two tiny kittens grew, really fast. Bouncing around the place, the house and the yard, where they usually stayed, but mostly inside, eating whatever their Hooman keepers would the two bouncy, playful and very lively duo of cats provide.
It was fine for plenty of years, playing, amusing where needed and hunting mice, well, sort of, as there weren’t that many really around. Then curling up in the lap of the Hooman, making them feel needed and totally wanted, because yes, those cats were oh so smart!
So, a few more years passed, and as the once thin and slim kitty cats bounced all around, started to slow down, their essence as their minds, grew rather wide. Fat someone might say, but hey, maybe the bones inside grew too. But that was not the point, to complain about the fat and the achy joints, rather the fact, that these two, grew together to the ripe old age they were now.
“Yes folks, it is, Friday, once again, which is a good thing, because tomorrow, I can finally sleep in :P“ Gun Roswell
Friday vibes and some summer memories
Another boring working week, finally, in the box Despite, having planned, quite a lot But barely doing, the minimum required Even if, I had some complements acquired But, today, is that one day, I usually root for Yes, Friday eve, is finally, knocking at the door! So, it is time to hang up the keyboard And pick up a completely new chord Because this time, is my own special time Either spent binge watching my favourite shows Or then, going down the memory lane flow Meaning mostly, digging up old pictures Of those rare and few memorable fixtures Where time was spent in a more favourable place Where seemingly nothing changes and time still stands Alas, I am talking about the summer, or rather those few days Where the sun and the sea, were totally in sync Showing all kinds of blues off the waves blink Sitting by that seashore, without any kinds of chores Well, those days are certainly missed Now that the darkness slowly starts to piss On this otherwise solemn and organised daily bliss But hey, it’s the weekend, so, no more wallowing spent On the old memories of summer days gone by Because we all know, time flies No matter if you are having fun or not Or even if it is really cold or painfully hot Enjoy the day, no matter what Friday, or hey, even a damned Monday Those can all be, some kind of fund days
“There is nothing more nostalgic, than perusing down the memory lane, I the form of old travel pictures of days now gone“ Gun Roswell
Go to Paris in a virtual mode
The busiest of streets, of the quite big metropolis, are never, ever dull The markets and shops, the bars, and even cafes, always, packed full At least, so it totally seems, in those very colourful snaps, of before When travelling, to distant and foreign lands, was not, such a chore
Alas, the sights and sounds alone, are well worth the total of this short trip To one of the best known cities, that of bright lights, some of us call, well, Paris Even if it is, just in the faded memory, of this traveller, now home bound There are still lots of thrills and quite joyful moments, there, to be found
Taking a virtual tour, of the times strolling on some afternoon by the shore And alongside the long river banks, and maybe even, a short tourist boat tour If you are game enough, then try to climb the steps up the tall tower structure The Eiffel one, with the shining lights, covering each and every touristy picture
No matter how long the trek or what the destination, take it, without hesitation Travel deep into the recesses of your own mind, in a cozy spot during meditation Pick up the best of places of your travel, take a walk through the night time streets Then make a short detour to the museums and later, how about something to eat
Well, at least, virtually, if you totally forgot To order home food, from the grocery shop As in times like these, to avoid that, disease All of us stay home, and mostly, out of reach
“A single window on the wall, or even a double window from ceiling to floor, it’s all the same, as you can clearly be seen through them, as they are acting as the very looking glass” Gun Roswell
Through the very looking glass
The glass will not hide it all, even if it might be covered with something quite strong, as it is always acting as the one true looking glass. Letting a peep or two, into the lives of those, who might not wish to hide anything, or at least, that is what they are ensuring, that of their very lives being an open book for anyone to read and see.
But for the others, whom might value their privacy, even if the do like to take a look outside and peek, at those around the only, and not wanting to invite them of the same courtesy, then hanging a bunch of drapes on top of them, to simply hide whatever they do not wish to be seen, by any other member outside their own family.
Just a gentle reminder, that which ever group you think you might belong to. It’s never that simple and easy to not be seen and stay in hiding. Because someone will always find you, through the looking glass!
“It’s Monday again folks! Better buckle up tight, because we are in, for a rude ride!” Gun Roswell
Monday – not again!
It is far too early, in the bloody hours of the morning, as I keep on yawning Rolling, out of bed, even if, I should have stayed, under the warm covers instead My head, is a total mess, and I am slowly but gradually beginning, to feel the stress Of yet another week beginning, and no, I am so not, any kind of ballads singing The signs were all there, in plain sight, just yesterday, all day long, I am fearing For this day, to once again, come around, was it unexpected? Not really Because for sure, I knew all along, it was lurking there, behind, the closed doors Snoozing the alarms, going to hiding, trying to keep on the snores No, nothing really ever helps, so, this is it folks! And no, no more of them jokes! This is serious business and we all, need to start a rebellion, nay, a revolution! To ban this day for once and for all, and never, ever again, should anyone feel small When standing, against this, very big, hairy monster of a thing, on this, day Where most of us, or at least some of the more sensitive people, feel like they are slain By, this, fire spitting dragon, with the sharpest of teeth, as it is coming, to existence Each and every single week, and right after, that perfect, slow paced place, no resistance left…
Alas, the weekend is now gone, and I am standing, sad and totally alone, dreading Fearing, shaking, my pants almost peeing, but, with hands so sweaty, but I am nearing My sword raised high and without even a hint of a smile, I am going to face it once again- – Monday!
“Cats are connoisseurs of comfort.” ― James Herriot
Tails of the Black Cat
The furry black cat On the sidewalk sat Looking for that rat Who had entered the flat The flat where the cat Slept on the mat Now ready for combat With the daring rat Who had woken the cat From his well earned nap
“Soon I will you catch, You feisty little rat! I bet you taste like a bat And possibly are non-fat After all that I will finally have my nap On my comfy little mat!”
“There is a thin ray of hope in the midst of it all, somewhere there, maybe hidden for now, from most of the prying eyes, but, if you look really carefully, you will find, a slice of heaven waiting to be explored“ Gun Roswell
Slice of Heaven
Do not let the colours fool you, or rather, the total lack of it all. As even black, white and grey are colours too. And that lack, does not take away from the experience or rather in this case, the virtual tour, made out of an old photographic memory, from the very past. Which is in the here and now, made to last, in bits and bytes and all those kind. And yes, it surely shows, right there, in the middle of it all, this little slice of heaven, you were most likely looking for. Displayed real nice, so if you did not do so before, then now is the time to smile!