Posted in Caturday: Photography, Tale, Poetry and Humour
Photo credits Miranda & Jessica Solingius
“Meow” means “woof” in cat.”
—George Carlin
Caturday: Adventures of Mr Diesel and Ms Vänster
It was broken when we got here?
“I didn’t do it
Nobody saw me do it
Can’t prove anything…
(the canine pointing at the feline)
The cat did it!”
Posted in Caturday: Photography, Tale, Poetry and Humour
Photo credits Miranda & Jessica Solingius
“Meow” means “woof” in cat.”
—George Carlin
Caturday: Adventures of Mr Diesel and Ms Vänster
Just when you thought
It was safe to leave sit in your spot…
…Jaws, has returned!
Posted in Caturday: Photography, Tale, Poetry and Humour
Photo credits Miranda & Jessica Solingius
“Meow” means “woof” in cat.”
—George Carlin
Caturday: Adventures of Mr Diesel and Ms Vänster
“Going duck huntin’
Ain’t no time for gruntin’
There is just one thing
I love more than this:”
Well, actually there are quite a few things, which come to mind…
Stomping, eating, sleeping, bumping, wanting, something something
Yeah, quite a few things, actually!
Posted in Caturday: Photography, Tale, Poetry and Humour
Photo credits Miranda & Jessica Solingius
“Meow” means “woof” in cat.”
—George Carlin
Caturday: Adventures of Mr Diesel and Ms Vänster
“This is my spot, my spot!
Hooman, move your head,
Or go someplace else instead!
This is my spot!
Come to think of it:
All spots in this house are mine,
Mine I tell ya, mine!”
Posted in Caturday: Tale, Mystery and Humour
“When all candles be out, all cats be grey” John Heywood
The Dame and the White Cat for Caturday
The dame with her white cat
Stepped in for a quick chat
Sat down and whisked off her hat
Ordered a coffee with milk non-fat
“Good evening dearie”
She said leering
“Nice weather we are having this evening”
That was all she said
Her conversation dropping dead
Just quietly sipping the beverage
As if looking for a leverage
I stood there staring
The silence more than unbearing
Wondering ‘what or who was this stranger
Were we all in danger?’
As if reading my mind
The lady put down the cup
And finally looked up
And with smile made of kind
She stated matter of factually
“I need more cats!”
As ipso facto, this was actually
A store, where one could purchase such things
Posted in Freaky Friday: Tales of the odd and unexpected
“I hope your Black Friday injuries aren’t so severe that you can’t click a mouse on Cyber Monday.”
Black Friday Finland Style
“Bright light, bright light!”
“Oh my God, what is that?”
“Holy hell, is it a flying saucer?”
The masses had come out from their homes and workplaces staring and pointing up at the unidentified bright light high up in the sky. Some rumours had circulated, stating Finland had fallen under attack by UFOs.
In the corner of the street, a lonesome believer was preaching:
“The end of the world as we know it, is upon us!”
That day, was the first day of the month March.
Several months earlier:
It was the beginning of October. The land had fallen under darkness. As if an evil warlock had cast a spell. Sour faces all around, no expressions, as if away blurred. Hardly any sound could be heard. People on the streets, dragging their feet. The lust for life, all sucked out.
First of March
An unidentified source of light had appeared in the skies.
“The sun”, someone said, as the onlookers stood before her, bewildered.
“It is called the sun” she stated again with a smile.
But the other just shook their heads in disbelief.
Still, turning their collective faces towards “the sun”. And, as by a wave of a magic wand, the crowd closed their eyes in unison and enjoyed that sacred moment. A collective sigh of content was the only sound heard.
For who knew, how long this would last…
Posted in the Throwback Thursday
“When in Rhyme do as the Rhymers do”
The Gun Rap
My name is Gun
I am a lot of fun
Some call me ‘Nilla
I am here to chilla
Here are some facts
Seven to be exact
Guess that is the most
You’ll find about this host
I am a wannabe writer
And maybe a little brighter
Than you might think
While you let that sink
I will continue my rant
In the form of this chant
Even though I really can’t
Sing, dance or ant?
“What? Ant? That is not a verb!”
“I was trying to rhyme -erb”
“If you can’t rhyme, stay out of the kitchen”
“Why are you so bitchen?”
“Enough with the rhyme!”
“Fine! Now gimme a dime and lets get back to the rap!”
The three letters
Best defining my efforts
Photography, Poetry
And P…
“Oops, can’t say that out loud on television <smirks>!”
“We’re not on television! This is a written blog you dumbass!”
“Hey, you said ass! That is mighty sass of you!”
“Argh! I give up!”
“Great, now back to the rap!”
Well, the last of the three
Is for me to know and for thee
To find out
Oh, do not pout!
I am a non-smoker
And I like to play poker
No just kidding
Seemed more fitting
Now to end this rap
I had to fill the gap
And already told you more
Than I intended for
Word!
Posted in Caturday: Photography, Tale and Humour
Photo credits Miranda Kuusisto/Jessica Solingius
“Cats and Dogs…
Need I say more?”
Gun Roswell
Mr Diesel with Vänster the Cat
“Get that camera off our faces,
Or there will be hell to pay!”
Posted in Caturday: Photography, Tale and Humour
Photo credits Miranda Kuusisto/Jessica Solingius
“Cats and Dogs…
Need I say more?”
Gun Roswell
Mr Diesel with Vänster the Cat
Together we fight
Together we snore!
That is only right
Now give us some s’mores!
Posted in Caturday: Photography, Tale and Humour
Photo credits Miranda Kuusisto/Jessica Solingius
“Cats and Dogs…
Need I say more?”
Gun Roswell
Mr Diesel with Vänster the Cat
This is;
My spot,
My spot!
The cat
Spat
Rantings Of A Third Kind 