The cat and the chair

“Caturday filled with cats, can’t argue with that” Gun Roswell

The cat and the chair

A cat, just came out of its own lair
An now, he is sitting, on someone else’s chair
Owning, everything, some may say, is not fair
But try to tell the cat that, and he’ll give you a really good scare

The cat, is the master
It will make you go faster
Than you had ever thought
Just to go get him some froth

Dare, at him for long enough to stare
You’ll find out, your eyes will forgo a big dare
Just accept, the fact, that you’re his property
And no one, has to walk away, angry

A cat litter

“A cat in the bag? Better to have a litter in the box!” Gun Roswell

A cat litter

Dear cat,

What beauty and grace you posses
How god like is your essence
Basking, in the bright light, your very existence

Alas

When the can opener is a rumbling
You come along, a tumbling
Knocking down all the nick-nacks
Pushing aside all them obstacles
Grace and beauty far gone behind
When come along galloping, the carpets entwined
Looking more and more
Like an old race horse on drugs
Or a drunken person running amok
Rather than any of my gods

And then, when there are more of you
Than just, well, one or a few
The household, is left in a total and utter mess
But, there is one thing, I must confess
I love you all, and want you here forever to stay
As I would not have things any other way!

Yours truly,
Hooman, keeper of the cats

Black Cat for Caturday

“The black cat crossed the road, at the traffic light” Gun Roswell

Black Cat

The familial of any self respecting witch
Witch, a female, with a black feline
Feline so agile, with a fur so sleek
Sleek as her movements you can hardly see
See when she turns up from simply out of nowhere
Nowhere like a dark flash of light
Light so dark, she’s almost invisible
Invisible against the black night
Night, as the time when the feline hunts
Hunts for pray, which better be aware
Aware if you are a rodent or other type of pest
Pest, vermin, which are eating all the crops
Crops which are important for the survival
Survival for us all, both human and animal
Animals such as cats the familial of the witches
Witches who take care of their pets
Pets, a cat, the black cat, may just be
Be, but sometimes, it can be something else
Else, other, something completely different
Different from the other, you will never see
See you just might, if you concentrate really hard
Hard and let your imagination run wild
Wile as the black cat does
Does when she wildly runs
Runs over the land and then comes
Comes back to her master the witch
Witch, where the familial only exists

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

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

Cats-a-lot

“Time spent with cats is never wasted” Sigmund Freud

cats-a-many

Cats-a-lot

Cats in stripes
Cats all white
Cats that are black
Cats which are gray
Cats in a six pack
Cats who are stray

Take one home
You’re never alone
The time spent
With your cat
Even if a chat
Is never complicated
And never wasted

Cat Lisa with Mona

Posted in Haiku/Caturday

“The cat on the lap of the known lady, what is that about?” Gun Roswell

Cat Lisa with Mona

The cat was laying on
The lap of the lady quite known
Captured in an image painted

A long time ago, by
A renaissance man familiar to us all
How did we not notice

That darn cat before, sitting
Comfortably, smiling slightly, just like
The lady we all seen

Before, but as it is
There now, the cat with a tail
Will tell you new tales

Caturday Haiku 2

Posted in Caturday

“It’s a bird, it’s a plane, no, it’s Catman!” Gun Roswell

Caturday Haiku 

Sitting, waiting, angry, sad, feeling
Cat on the street, lonely, no feed
Please, take home, no-one alone

Caturday Haiku 1

Posted in Caturday

“It’s a bird, it’s a plane, no, it’s Catman!” Gun Roswell

Caturday Haiku

Cat with various stripes smiles
Patrolling its territory large, no one denies
Afterward, nap time awaits winner

Sleeping Beauty

Posted in Caturday

“It’s a dog, not a cat?” Gun Roswell

Sleeping Beauty

Let the sleeping dogs lie
Even, if they gravity defy
Am eternal beauty
From a different perspective
Of his privacy be respective

Drooling and snoring
Maybe some dreams scoring
But the cuddly face adoring
Especially, when just waking
And widely yawning

The cuddly little mister
May dream of a sister
But this sleeping beauty
Will be ready for duty
Any time!