“The mysterious dark coated cat is something of a curiosity right now“ Gun Roswell
Dark Cat
It does not speak , it does not move, it does not even care, even if you dare to stare, as it is quite the oddity by nature, and it has no hatred, as, it simply exist. Maybe and simply to enlist, the curiosity of others as they attempt to coax this dark one, to maybe come play and have some fun. Butter there within lies the pun, as this dark side of a being, is only there for the seeing, as it is the one keeping, the score. And no matter how much you adore, the mystery and magical scene surrounding this feline, there is always the b-line, to an exit, and maybe, just maybe, you had better take it, before it is too late to get, the hell out of its way.
Cat with various stripes smiles Patrolling its territory large, no one denies Afterward, nap time awaits winner And then, a delicious dinner, with fish
“There is a black cat in the street just sitting there, should I be scared?” Gun Roswell
Black cat sitting on the street corner
There once was a black cat Whom neatly on the street corner sat Never moving, never budging Even if there would be a large truck in Coming around the bend He would just sit there and this time spend On nothing and everything As the world would turn around him
Why you may ask?
Well you see, this is his one job The only one suited on this small blue globe As he is the very watcher of us all The one black cat, sitting quite tall And that is why there is no fear for us at all As he keeps an eye on us, that we will not fall
“Cats truly are the rulers of the world, well, no, the galaxy” Gun Roswell
Rulers of the galaxy
On guard, it’s their door The doorway to the world The world these furry creatures rule Rule like there is no tomorrow Tomorrow, which is their future Future for those furry felines Felines who will take over Over the world, the galaxy The galaxy run my cats? Cats, yes we consider them pets Pets to cuddle, to play, to feed Feed their hunger for world domination Domination going beyond the world World now, the galaxy next Next could be even more than we expect Expect the universe soon to be run Run by these creatures we call fun Fun, but then soon enough we are Are the slaves for these furry felines Felines? Aren’t we that already?
“Better not to keep all your cars in one basket” Gun Roswell
The cat in the basket
Put the tiny cat in a small basket and that Would be fun way to go out to the market The fish being the only and ultimate target As the small cat, does not care about new hats But she likes to eat, and the real kings of treat Would definitely be a stew made up so neat Filled only with the good kind of meats The fishy kind of you know what I mean So hurry the heck up and do not puff too much The market place usually closes at eight Do better not be late or there will be hell to pay And that is not the way to slay your way To the tiny kittens heart so be ver smart And go git and buy that precious gift already!
“Two cats sleeping, three cats sleeping, even more cats sleeping, yes, I do seem to collect them and now, they are filling, the house!” Gun Roswell
Cats a sleeping
Two of them, were snoring, one was gently purring, as the three cats, were neatly piled together, for a great and relaxing nap. As the room was quiet and no one was disturbing them, not even, the noise mice, so taking some time off, from the hunt, was certainly, quite nice. It had been a long day, after all, for the three of them, always on the prowl, sometimes acting cool and quiet, sometimes protesting with loud meows. But for now, it was the end of a long working night, and so, the cats could take their rest, until such time, when the dinner bell dinged and the food was served, but before that, there could be some time to play to be reserved, because these kitties, no matter no longer young, sure liked to play with their toys and have lots of fun. Still, that was not yet the plan, as the napping continued, over the rug close to the fireplace, for a few more hours, all else be damned!
“The looks of grumpiness, doesn’t always mean, that the mood reflects the face” Gun Roswell
Grumpier Caturday
Sitting there, on the floor, looking, oh so very bored, so much so, that some might say, it was grumpy, without any kind of funky thing to do. After all, this was the one day of the week, where celebrating the feline freak, was supposed to be that special beat, which the cats and kitties marched by. But today, there was no big smile, on the furry face, definitely not a wagging tail, only a feeling of epic fail. What could be a cause of such distain? Something which certainly needed to be fixed in a hurry right away.
The keeper of the sad cat, wondered of the exact topic, for a moment, before coming up with a kind of a plan, which she hoped, would get the mood of the furry feline turn from uninterested sleeping to a happier stand. So, the first thing, was to get some treats together, meaning the best kind of fish forever. Then, some cool toys to play with, a few moments the spirits to uplift. And the final treat, well, isn’t that obvious for a Caturday ball? A big bag of catnip served, from the finest of colourful bowls, and wouldn’t you know it, after the rattling of the tuna can top, the grumpy cat, came running around the corner, clearly gone was the sad and replaced by loud purring cheers, all around the keepers feet.
“A cat writing and sipping coffee? Yes, well, like cat keeper, like feline, it’s all good and fine” Gun Roswell
Photo credit Cats of Instagram
The cat who wrote books
With her specs on, and coffee beside there, quite strong, the tabby cat, in her comfortable pullover and hat, neatly sat. The page in front, still empty, but it would not take too long, especially after the dark liquid kicked in, for something really good to come forth. After all, this was not her first round with the ink and blank paper, as several stories already written stood on the bookshelf alone. But this one would be very special, as it was going to about role reversals. A biography of sorts, she made a slight snort, a laughing sound in a kitty cat way, as she turned to look, on the sleepy face, purring contently right beside her. The once keeper, now a content pet, the Hooman of a female, who had this cat let, out of her box and now, the lot, would have the privilege, of reading all them booklets, written by the very cat, who on the bedside sat, sipping coffee and typing with a flow the next number one best seller which would everyones minds blow.
“As cute as that can be, must have a great profile too for all to see“ Gun Roswell
A cats profile
A quite cute and totally sassy cat On the tallest of tables, silently sat Like some kind, of a cherished statue From our very own past at that The historical kind of an artefact
But no matter, how much of a purfect The fur, the face, and the actual stance Surely, it was that one very simple fact That the cute profile, even from a glance Was surely, that of a goddess, to last
Alas, the quite cute, sassy cat, who sat Did, not really, much care, of all of that But, just wanting to be, so worshiped Like some pretty flower, that of a tulip And with that kind of a totally great profile Who would, not want to do that, and smile
“The black cat, helping a striped cat, well now, that is true team work!” Gun Roswell
Help me up, wont you (Caturday)
There was something very interesting definitely there, on the window sill As the two small size cats, kittens really, now on the floor, circled around, at will Trying to get up, with still growing but short legs still, was quite the feat tough And even trying to very hard to hop, hop, hop off of, the very flat ground It seemed impossible to get up there, where something great was to be found But neither of them succeeding, on their own, so what to do now, they frowned Then a thought, came to the others mind, maybe working together was fine Even if they both competed with each other for every single little thing in kind But this time, maybe it was enough, if one of them reached on the very top And then the other would know too, what it was so interesting up and out there Which was intruding their very own domain, and threatening, just of the same And then the smaller one pushed the bigger one, with a huff, on to the very ledge Urging him to seek, search and then, to destroy, what ever it was disturbing their day As the bigger cat got up, he turned back with a huff and a puff, as the only thing Was a small spider, weaving its web while singing, and now already out of reach For the small cat and his friend, whom, so eagerly had for big game tried to seek
“What a total bust!” The striped cat told the black cat, “Just a small spider, alas!”
“Yeah, all for nothing, that huffing and puffing!” The black cat told the striped cat. “But when we tell this story to the others, it was some kind of a big elephant or tiger, which we fought really hard against.” She then added.
“Agreed!” Said the striped cat, “And next time, I will let you be the one to go see.” He stated as the two of the strolled back to the litter, to tell a great story of two hunters, they were, slaying wild game without hesitance or even one flicker.
Rantings Of A Third Kind 