The owner of the establishment on a break (for Caturday)

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“There is nothing more proud a creature, than that of a cat, especially since they think they own, everything” Gun Roswell

The owner of the establishment on a break (for Caturday)

The cat at the end of the stairs sat

After all, this was his place of business and nobody else’s to claim

And so, therefore, the whatever else kind of aim

Anyone passing by would like to state

The cat would simply ignore them

Because why not, it wasn’t even a chore

As clearly, the cat was the owner

No matter what any Hooman would like to tell

It would never be an easy sell

Not to the cat and certainly not to the person

Because once a feline had made it clear

The territory marked and without fear

Protecting each nook and cranny of the whole

Come hell or high water or some Hooman doll

The cat would never shy away from its stay

Not when there was the whole house at stake

Stripes and the Cat

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“The ideal of calm exists in a sitting cat, but not for long, not when you turn your back!” Gun Roswell

Stripes and the Cat

I am a tiger cat
Hear me roar!

My furry stripes
I am wearing proud
Sometimes picking a fight
‘Cause I like being loud

But when groomed and fed
And safely resting in bed
I am a cute little kitty
Without any hissy fitty

I am a soft kitty
Hear me purr

The smart cat in the spot

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“The cats always choose their places in those spaces given to them, and then it will be their spot and no one else’s” Gun Roswell

The smart cat in the spot

The cat in a chair sat, just because it was apt to do so

For hours on end, would they time on the chair spend

Watching and observing all those passing by, like a spy

Perhaps true, and maybe even part of some conspiracy

A plot device sent out here to destroy the human kind?

Well, what ever the cat’s purpose might just be

It was not clear to those passing as usually 

A loud purr could be heard from the very source

As those who dared to pet the sitting cat on the spot

Were soon rewarded with an affectionate nod

So, whatever you might think of this very cat

Choosing their very own place in this space we share

The street, the neighbourhood, the planet fair

Perhaps even an alien invader but, then again

Who could easily resist a soft purr and a fluffy figure?

Next time, when getting all around in the hood
Keep an eye open for that one cat you should

As befriending them might just be the best thing

Even if it was just an ordinary common place being

The cat in their spot

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“The cats always choose their places in those spaces given to them, and then it will be their spot and no one else’s” Gun Roswell

The cat in their spot

The cat in a chair sat, just because it was apt to do so

For hours on end, would they time on the chair spend

Watching and observing all those passing by, like a spy

Perhaps true, and maybe even part of some conspiracy

A plot device sent out here to destroy the human kind?

Well, what ever the cat’s purpose might just be

It was not clear to those passing as usually 

A loud purr could be heard from the very source

As those who dared to pet the sitting cat on the spot

Were soon rewarded with an affectionate nod

So, whatever you might think of this very cat

Choosing their very own place in this space we share

The street, the neighbourhood, the planet fair

Perhaps even an alien invader but, then again

Who could easily resist a soft purr and a fluffy figure?

Next time, when getting all around in the hood
Keep an eye open for that one cat you should

As befriending them might just be the best thing

Even if it was just an ordinary common place being

Cat a contemplating on life

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“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

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“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 strutting the streets

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“The cats are the owners of the streets, that much is true, but perhaps also of the very world, cannot be sure” Gun Roswell

Cat a strutting the streets

The big cat on the streets

Won’t need to take a seat

As there really is no time

While making their daily rounds

Taking care of their domain

While comfortably strutting around

This is no ordinary feline either

No, this is the one much smarter

The one who once laid claim

Of this one single place

Making it all their very own

Both the land all around 

Alongside the small town

And so, each and every day

The cat did make its way

All around and through 

The premises as to ensure

Everyone there and the visitors too

Would know the owner was lose

And so showing respect 

For the feline as they detected

The strutting cat on the streets

Making their way without defeat

As this was their domain 

And whatever else remind

Well, the rest of the animal kingdom

Could have their pick of the litter

Pun intended, as there were plenty

Of kittens too this message to be sending

That cats indeed are the rulers

Of the very world as we know it

Cat a contemplating

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“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

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“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 

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“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.