Cat a contemplating on life

The cat sitting in the middle of the street? Well? It can mean several things really – waiting, wasting time, contemplating life, or just sitting, just because they can” Gun Roswell

Cat a contemplating on life

The cat who sat, in the middle of the street, someone even pleading, for them to move away, as traffic would most likely cause some dismay, alas, the cat who there calmly sat, could not have cared any less, because they had a bigger plan, the bigger picture to see, because this was no ordinary cat, whom simply on the streets sat, rather someone with many philosophical thoughts, their mind in a constant swirl of all the things in there hurled, thinking about life, the passersby, even the faint smiles given to them on a few occasion, and so, without moving much, the cat who on the street sat, kept on plotting and planning, the life as we know it scanning, taking serious notes, and then posting those, in the galactic wide board, for the rest of the life forms, to make a note of, a warning of sorts, of what the Hoomans of the blue globe, were doing, without any kind of good form.

The Black Cat a lurking

“The cat might be black, and none too friendly at that, then again, neither are most people“ Gun Roswell 

The Black Cat a lurking

There black cat, strolled from behind the shack, seemingly ready to attack, but perhaps not, as it might just have been alerted there on the spot, of something moving about, as this was the black cat’s territory after all, and the lurking was kind of its domain, so, whomever dared to do just the same, well there was going to be trouble, as the black cat really did not like to share, not their feats, nor their place, as it would disturb the balance of things.

And so, the black cat strutted, around the neighbourhood, just like it should, watching, lurking about, making sure, nothing hinky would happen during its watch, as this was the black cat’s spot and when it was on the prowl, no others, Holman or animals alike were allowed, to step inside the territory of the black cat’s ownership, not without a fight or something similar, and that was pretty much it.

Cat a contemplating

“The cats are serious animals, constantly thinking about life around them, that is until they take their very long nap” Gun Roswell

Cat a contemplating

The cat with a curious mind, sat on the side of the small yard, keeping a watchful eye, on the passers by, after all, this time of the day, there was a lot of foot traffic around the immediate area for the cat to slay at least in their minds eye to spy, if nothing else.

Never moving, as it was quite soothing, sitting there, without the need to be some place else, only real thing to do, to contemplate as to the why’s of these Hoomans and their constant hurry, to move somewhere else all the time as this place, at least for the cat was completely fine.

Whatever it was which kept them all moving, back and forth each and every single day, not as much as a decent nap for their weary heads to down lay, the cat still deep in thought, really could not fathom what the point was, making them all just pass and never stopping, not even for a small tap on the head of this furry feline of a softling.

But, whatever it was, the cat deduced it was an internal must for them to forever keep moving, but then feeling bored as this was hardly doing the cat any favours, becoming less and less vigilant, the sounds of birds and insects around them beckoning for a change of pace and so, the cat pounced and started to follow, the smaller creatures instead of the hollow pursuit of the Hoomans, feeling much more satisfied of the change and so, after a while, for a nap the cat laid.

The cat is neatly sitting

If you look around you, there is always a cat sitting there, lurking about, but hey, it’s a cat’s world after all!” Gun Roswell 

The cat is neatly sitting

Cats are totally funny, cats are also great, and luckily for us mere mortals, cats are always around, when you them need, lurking on the ground, but mostly, on the corners of whatever place are the best way, where they can be found, sitting there gingerly smiling, as if they did have some kind of secret, we know really nothing about. But if you are willing to listen carefully and so, to take some time to do just that, then perhaps who knows, they might be willing to share a few with you too and the better you will be for it, and then you too can enjoy the same activities, like do some lurking, stalking and grinning sitting on the corners of every place, and make those passing by, not knowing the secret pretty awkward but hey, one has to have a fun hobby and those cats surely know something of this topic, and so, just keep on doing that thing, sitting around every which way and widely be grinning.

Black cat in blue undercover 

“The cat is trying hard to hide its colour, going undercover in another colour“ Gun Roswell 

Black cat in blue undercover 

The dark and curly coat had gotten them in heaps of trouble, at least among those Hoomans, whom were afraid of a black cat, as superstitious nonsense was the believed word, and so, while following those kinds of teachings, the fear for the dark and mysterious was always at play and also soon enough, the black cat legend of being evil to the core, was a truth them would mislead, and perhaps even to some terrible deeds lead, far more awful ones than any black cat mythology would suggest, at their very worst.

So, now, there was a plan for the black cat, which was to get a new outlook in life and also changing the mood around them, the ensemble in a totally new colour, perhaps nothing too conspicuous, rather something mild even, more on the sad side, to earn the pity points, as the sound of the colour itself, caused people around them to pause, and so, without further thought, the black cat changed its feathers, dying the coat the most coldest and coolest shade of blue and thus becoming the black cat in a blue hue.

Three cats in a row sleeping tightly

“The cats like to pack up, when going to sleep, for warmth and all that, I guess, or then, it’s something else completely” Gun Roswell

Three cats in a row sleeping tightly

When cats, take a nap, they bundle up, snuggly with as many of them in there, tightly

This might just be, for the companionship, or for the warmth, or perhaps, because they can

Curling up, their flexible bodies in balls, as only the cats can, but also across the surface span

Widely and tall, even if they seem quite small, still, giving your very own bed, just to let

Those furry felines to have a rest, well, that is the way of the keepers of them cats

Letting them rest up, when even they must, and if you are lucky to have more than a few

Then maybe you can catch them all in a bunch of perhaps, they decided to make a row

Soon enough sleeping tightly, and leaving the keeper of them smiling as cats are cats

Be that a Caturday on a Saturday, or any other day of the week, they really do like to sleep

And sleep you must let them do, and soon enough follow maybe to a sleep you will them too

The cat in the blue 

“Whatever colour they might just come in, the cats are always great to me” Gun Roswell 

The cat in the blue 

It sat there, proud of being the colour it was of course, the cat in the middle of the courtyard, dressed all in the colour of blue. It wasn’t a simple suit it had chosen, rather a bold statement of not being one of the dozen. Rather a fully realised person of the feline kind of their very own, with individual thoughts and tastes and whatever it takes to make that special case setting it part from the others.

So, the  cat out there sat, waiting for its pose to arrive, as it was clearly party time, for the weekend had just begun and that meant the same thing for these felines as the hoomans too, which was having some fun. The backyard of the house, was soon starting to fill with all them partying cats dressed up real nice, as their host, the cat in the blue suit had been someone them all to inspire. And so, as the hoomans kept a keen eye, on the partying cats outside, they could not help but admire, the well dressed felines making them all smile

Lazy stance for cats

“Cats can be so productive when they want to, but why bother as it’s simpler to be lazy, right?!” Gun Roswell

Lazy stance for cats

The cats are always chasing something, being all active and what not, catching the mice and other rodents, then taking up a play with their master, giving all the affection they can muster and then, even thanking for the great food they will always receive as a reward as after all, they are the pet of the house and thus, pride and joy of their owner…

Wait, wait, wait! Cats? Talking about cats here or?

Yes, well, the truth of the matter is that…

Cats, well, despite being fluffy and cute and all kind of adorable, well, they are totally lazy, and rightfully so. Because why not, once you have mastered the better side of life, when sleeping twenty-three hours a day is the best laid plan ever and then, getting all the fine food which the hooman servant will bring, just because the cat is so darned cute and taking good pix for them insta snaps. 

Yeah, well, at least if a cat has been lucky enough to land a job at a household, where they are appreciated for themselves and that is all, and yeah, that should be the life of a cat, noting more nothing less.

The cat and the blues

“The cats too can feel the blues and then sing it out loud” Gun Roswell 

The cat and the blues

The furry and fluffy and alway happy friends of ours, the felis catus, the domestic cat, homey or stray, does not matter anyway, as they may easily give their feelings away, even more so than their hooman counter parts, and when they do, they too, will sing the blues, and they will do it any time it will them suit.

So, when you hear the tones of the song, with a hint of an off key drawl, filled with lots of sadness echoing across the long and narrow allies, rest assured, those are the cats of the hood, yours, theirs, no one’s, all of them meowing the same tune, that of the sorrow filled blues.

And before you threaten to sue, just look into your very own self for that specific blue, because all of us have it, most likely buried deep inside, forgotten, denied, even to the others lied, but it’s there and if you like, you too may let it all out, join the crowd, of felines yodelling out loud, and soon enough, the feelings have passed and the songs of sadness have released the laughs, all simply fine, no sin or crime.

Close up, and personal

“If you get really close to a cat’s face, well good for you, as hoomans usually don’t, at least not without getting scratched” Gun Roswell 

Close up, and personal

The face cute and adorable, so touching it would be quite plausible, but behind that mask of a soft and furry face, might just be something wicked anyways, as long as it amuses the feline you being too familiar, as the cats have their limits to their own finesse and grace.

And so, if you choose to stick your hand or even your  very nose way too close, to that fluffy looking coat, you may find that the cat, amused not so much is, of your actions obtuse, so be prepared for some heavy duty scratching soon enough, when you are off guard.

So, why not do the thing smart and stays the heck outta the cats face, just try to admire the overload of cuteness experienced, from a farther away distance and unscathed you may end up to be, as you see, the cats appreciate boundaries far more than hoomans do.

As when you follow this one simply rule, rather than becoming the bleeding fool, you and the furry feline will certainly maintain a relationship very calm and cool and that is the very best one to be in, both cat and servant in this fragile relationship of a spin.