Cats for Caturday

“So many cool cats, so few tuna cans!” Gun Roswell

Cats for Caturday

Stripes, white and black
Look a likes, twins, triplets and all that
Cats of all shapes, sizes, basically, of all kind
In the remote areas of the world you will find
When travelling, you will meet
Those cool cats of other lands you’ll see
Some of them domestic, some of them stray
But rest assure, affectionate they all be may
Just bring food, a can or few
For them on to chew
And friends for ever you’ll find
Even, if they may be, of the furry kind

Caturday on Kos Island

“Cats rule the world.” Jim Davis

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Caturday on Kos Island

“Are you looking at me?
You, looking, me?”

“Nah, I’m just resting here for a while
It’s cool, hope you don’t mind!”

“Well, as long as you remember,
You are in my turf now
So just move along before the clock hits September!”

The Guard Cat

“Cats, are everywhere, thank goodness!” Gun Roswell

The guard cat

The guard of a cat
The cat on a wall sat
Sat as pretty as a cat
Cat of a guard nature
Nature which causes some hatred
Hatred just because he hunts
Hunts to keep the pests away
Away as far as he can slay
Slay the rats and other types
Types which might harm cause
Cause of being too many
Many enough for the cat to hunt
Hunt as he only can
Can, because this yard is his land
Land he can only protect
Protect and then be rewarded
Rewarded by his hoomans
Hoomans to whom the cat works
Works to keep the safe
Safe, as he only can be
Be, the ultimate guard cat ever seen

Seven Cats for Caturday (seven)

“There be cats here!” Gun Roswell

Seven Cats for Caturday

Nonchalant

I don’t care
If you sit there and stare
I don’t care
My time has no spare
I don’t care
I know I got the flare
I don’t care
For I am more important
Than anyone there

Seven Cats for Caturday (six)

“There be cats here!” Gun Roswell

Seven Cats for Caturday

Hurry

I am in a hurry
I always worry and then
I am in a hurry

The world is big
So much to watch over
And I am running
As fast as I can

No time for patting
No time for purring
That’s why this image
Got so damned blurry!

Seven Cats for Caturday (five)

“There be cats here!” Gun Roswell

Seven Cats for Caturday

Hideaway

I may be young
A little kitty
But hiding is fun
And you cannot find
Me under this hay
Much to your dismay
But if you are nice
I’ll bring you some mice

What?
Hooman don’t eat them?
What kind of a cat are you?

Seven Cats for Caturday (four)

“There be cats here!” Gun Roswell

Seven Cats for Caturday

Pretty

Sitting pretty, singing this ditty
I may not be so witty
But call me cute or even beautiful
And around you I will purr
Giving it good and bountiful
I am the gorgeous one
Sitting pretty, like no one can

Seven Cats for Caturday (three)

“There be cats here!” Gun Roswell

Seven Cats for Caturday

Camouflage

Now you see me
Now you don’t
I am completely
Disappearing from sight
I am the shadow
I am the whisper
Well, maybe just my whisker
Can you see

Seven Cats for Caturday (two)

“There be cats here!” Gun Roswell

Seven Cats for Caturday

Curious

What is there?
Where are they going?
Can I come with?

I am the curious one
Always on the look out
For so much fun

Can you stop
And on board my train hop?
If not then your loss!

Seven Cats for Caturday (one)

“There be cats here!” Gun Roswell

Seven Cats for Caturday

Grumpy

For I am grumpy
Even a little lumpy
But I am the king
The king of this street
If you trouble seek
Then look no further
You found me
Me, the grumpy