“The sun was shining as per usual, reflecting warmth, over the tops” Gun Roswell
Sunshine Cat
The tiny cat, in the warming sunshine sat Without even wearing, one simple kind of hat Alas That is really not exactly the real catch Of this tiny of a tale of the sunshine cat
The point being, it is always so completely warm Especially, after that cold and rainy storm As a fact That is why the cat, decided on that spot To sit and fully the rays in soak, on that dot
So leave it to the furry feline kinds of friends To find the best places themselves to mend A cat In the sunshine, simply, enjoying the sunshine And in all of our own minds, that is what we too want
“There is always the need, for a new pair of shoes, even if the closet is full“ Gun Roswell
Shopping for Shoes Cats part 1
“Madam, really wanted new shoes, So she sent me out to scout, win or lose, But, what is, a poor kitty to do? I know absolutely nothing, of them tools I’m just a poor cat, without any kind of those Things, on my own furry and neatly trimmed toes”
The confused cat, on the corner of the shopping street sat As it had been sent out, by her mistress no less, in a doubt Now, as what to look for, as his poor paws, never needed Any kind of footwear, at least, not since the one specific incident On the season of Christmas, when his mistress, had smiled and Some knitted clothing on his person without warning to try
“Shoes, shoes, shoes… I have not got any kind of clues, Maybe these, flip flop types, here I see No socks needed, although, during winter They aren’t exactly that heated Alright, next shop, on my way!”
It really might take all of the day, for this cat, now looking for a prey But not for mice or anything nice, not at least for him, even with trying To find the perfectly fitting footwear, for the mistress, he did care Because all those rewards given to him, from the keeper who did sing The praise of this furry feline, and always, always was to him so kind So, getting the most fitting pair, was going to be the reward for her
“I am going to get those shiny sandals I saw, Just around the corner, in that one footwear selling store, I think they will fit her nicely, with that gold dress spicy, Then she will give me so many kisses and hugs, And then I will sleep in front of the fire on the rug, After eating all the fish, she has for me made as a dish!”
So, the cat on the prowl, went inside the store with a howl Meow, he stated and pointed at the one pair nicely painted The shopkeeper packing them up, and accepting the payment without a huff On his way, the cat did so, with a bag and and a nice sway Surprising his mistress, with a great pair of shoes no less And as per suspected, he was rewarded with all the things without stress
“Thar be cats of plenty, thar, in that row over thar, see?”“ Gun Roswell
Cats, in a row
One cat, two cats, three cats, in a neat row One of them, soon, the others will try to tow Because this is not a boat with oars to row
But that is neither here nor even there for this ditty As the most important thing in this are the kitties So, before this turns to something completely shitty
Moving along then, some rhyme finding…
The cats now neatly sitting, each other, are licking Still in a tight formation, from that never slipping They groom, they purr, they love, they slur, they sleep
This is a family of three, a kitty litter by all means Tight together, through thick and thin, or so it seems When, food time beckons, the matter all forgotten
Then each of them trying to rush and get to the plate To make sure they get the best treats before it’s too late Even if there is always plenty of grub to consume
But it is what it is, as there will be no trouble blooming Since the eldest of them, always gets first bite without assuming And the peace between these three, is kept without a miss
“There is always room, for one more cat in the litter, even if it gets a tad hairy sometimes” Gun Roswell
Step up Cat
Up the stairs, the tabby cat stepped Gingerly, without hesitation, it self let Inside the house, with smells of good Yes, it was, definitely, after the food
But the soft purring and determination Brought this tiny cat to the elevation Of a needed being inside the dwelling And so, without screaming and yelling
The tabby cat, who had landed a pad With much snacks and all them pats It could possibly ever needed in nine Times of life it still had, and that was a fact
“Celebrate the day of the cat, on a Saturday at that, but then again, every day, is Caturday for me” Gun Roswell
Grey Cat
The suave and sophisticated, completely, grey coated cat Was on her way towards the marketplace, with a slow scat She was the queen of her street, this busy, oneway leap But no matter how short or tall, this was her domain, after all
Greeting each and every passer by, with a loud and proud meow Getting patted along the way, even some treats, on the play When the afternoon clock finally beckoned, she was there reckoning To catch some fresh fish, from the sellers giving her the dish
Why, you may ask, was this grey coated cat, so completely sure Well, her main goal, may not have been as pristine and pure But, keeping all the mice and other crawly critters at bay Was her job now, so knowing that, she fully accepted her pay
She trotted down, keeping an eye on the eternal crowds And when spotting a shop with those smelly types of crops She was noticed and royally rewarded, for all the hard work As no rodent was insight, and that brought forth big smiles
The shop owners of the small village, were for ever grateful Of this small and furry feline, always on the hunt and prowl Keeping their habitat completely pleasant and germ free And she only demanding, such a small and easy to pay fee
“Celebrating, once again, this fine day, of a, Caturday” Gun Roswell
Fluffy black cat, like in a painting, sat
The perfect day, into the great outdoors, to sway The darkness receding, while light, it once again defeating And the bluest of seemingly summer’s skies, are once again So, now, there is no more time, to pretend That this day is a loss, but rather quickly your teeth floss And make your way, outside, into the so called wild Well, as wild as it gets, in the suburbs at this time of year Where the snowy storms are a the only real and utter fear But, simply dare to venture, out there, where even the cats, do leer Because once you have gotten put, to the yard A totally scary looking black cat is out there, on his daily spar He looks at you like you just entered his special domain Glaring at your existence as you, were not quite sane But after a moment, he quickly lets you off the hook Sniffing the air and then, trotting towards you, landing near Both of you curious of the other, even if neither, is a hugger Then slowly but surely, you get even closer and closer And then, the scary looking black cat, turns up to be purring It’s looks quite endearing, as the black fur is soft and woollen Not at all scary and sullen, rather inviting and soft And soon enough, both of you, so totally end up caught In a friendly patting session, where two souls are meeting With this type of common greeting, and then you are kneeling To the black and now friendly cats level, you then softly whisper “Could I interest you, in getting immortalised in a painting?” As agreeing, the cat seems to be gleaming And as soon as you get up and start towards your indoors The black cat is right there, behind you, as it home with you, follows Arriving inside, the cat soon takes his side, right by you And it looks, like he is there, with you, for good Staying there, posing, sleeping ,snoozing, dreaming All the while you are his ver presence into so may paintings adding
“Curiosity, made the cat, venture out into the wide world” Gun Roswell
Curious Cat
The almost completely, white coloured observant smart cat On the clear cut and hard stone covered patio sat Ears, neatly, steered, towards the upon coming sounds As if intended to come her way, from over, the clouds Intently, she was always watching, the endless skies As if looking for something or someone, over there flying Maybe just, a small bird, or then again, even a loud plane Eyes, intently, fixed on what ever it was, just the same Nothing and no one ever passed, the vigilant cat by As she kept on observing, perhaps, with a hint of smile After all, she was aptly named, by those of her keepers Whose house she liked to stay in, before each day dreaming While looking up into the endless blue and fluffy cloud filled skies The name of Curious Cat, landed on her, and that, is no lie And to be faire and honest, the cat really did not mind After all, she was well kept and the only thing of her required Was to keep doing her thing, admiring, everything around Even if she could only fantasise of flying, seated on the ground
“The cool black cat, on the side of the street sat, and no, there was no hat involved” Gun Roswell
The Cool Cat
A blackest of cats, on the busy street corner, calmly sat He had nothing better to do, but on his furry ass sit and chew The yellow eyes, staring, glaring, all the passersby, spied It looked so scary, that some of them even started to cry Luring the cat into some kind of a food reduced trap Wasn’t an option, because this animal was no ordinary concoction Of fur and feline DNA, such you might find eating it’s pray Like a mouse or other type of pest, making the meal a fest But no, this was a spy, sent from another place so high It would take a spaceship just to reach there, in the stratosphere The alien cat, still in disguise, kept on spying The unsuspecting hooman race, sitting there, on his place Watching, taking notes, of those poor people dragging their totes And also making sure, they would stay put without allure To venture out there, into the great wild space without fear At least, not without some fish and catnip as a gift If ever they would the alien cats home planet reach!
“They’re all ganging up now, against us, against the world, against all, and trust me, they will, win ;p“ Gun Roswell
Cool and the Gang of Cats
The ominous clouds, gathered in the tall skies The streets empty, devoid of all kind of life Except, well, that is when, they, stepped in Those supposed friends, of this, hooman kin
Soon enough, each and every nook and cranny Are filled up to the hilt with them sitting on their fannies Taking over each and every vacant corner and lot Yes, most definitely, they have some all consuming plot
As the furriest of characters, make their claim On this small planet, where life, well, let’s face it, is lame The growing sounds of the purrs and meows Are totally scaring off any other being, even the cows
But the point here really is, to take over the world And en masse, the furry felines, are certainly heard Their agenda still, the guess as good as any really Then again, all of us, surrendered surprisingly freely
After several moments of collective breath holding Awaiting for the inevitable to be soon enough unfolding But then as if reading the quivering masses an out The leader, or at least assumed to be, give out a shout
The demand list, has finally been delivered to the front door To those ones whom the felines assumed to be the top dogs After reading the list, assumed to be the end Was actually really nice, and nothing there to defend
The few request, of fresh tuna, catnip and occasional belly rubs on the top Were quickly reciprocated to the cool gang at the docks And soon peace landed on over the land of all As the cats, yes those ones, ate their fish and had a ball
Maybe, we, hoomans, are better off with these leaders After all, they demand so little and are not cheaters The trick here might be to just co-exist and adore The furry leaders, keeping us happy, and in awe
“The cat on the table top sat, just because it was there and totally flat” Gun Roswell
Cat on the table top
The lager grey striped cat On the small table top sat Not because it was bored Or thought, it was a chore To stay there like a pretty Statue of a kind of a ditty But just because it could Even though, it may not should But that wasn’t really a question Because this cat did not do suggestions It had a mind of its very own From the day borne until grown Knowing well its own position It then made the ultimate decision Stay there on that very table Each and ever day for a variable Amount of time of chosen By itself and not of those Whom had taken care of him Ever since a little kitten thin But being the king or the cat of the castle Well, that was not a question to answer Only the mere truth uttered By the keeper of him so enamoured
Keep in sitting on the table top Cat of grey colours on the dot And you will become the ultimate pop Star of this castle and the written word!
Rantings Of A Third Kind 