“The striped cat, turned out to be mostly grey in colour” Gun Roswell
The cat in grey
The cat with stripes of grey On the very kitchen table calmly lay It really wasn’t any kind of dismay Rather his usual dominant display
“Hooman, my food is once again delayed! By at least forty-seven seconds according to my internal sensor array I am none too happy, as a matter of fact I am starting to feel crappy So make due with my deserved food And try to make it really snappy!”
The grey cat ordered his human slave Wondering how on earth to make the human better to behave After all, it was not the first time she had stalled Why only yesterday there was a one minute delay And the grey cat, had been really, really late, for his nap!
“Hoomans!” The grey cat thought with a sigh, “can’t live with them, can’t get rid of them!”
“A black cat crossing your path signifies that the animal is going somewhere” Groucho Marx
Ode to all Freakish Felines
Freakishly feline Or a soft purring ball How easy to unwind Soon to a sleep fall Hypnotized By those wide eyes The limber steps Command respect You can never own them Just borrow for a while But rest assured, the little gems Will leave you in big smiles
“The cat sat, in the middle of the road, staring, watching, keeping an eye on her domain, smart!” Gun Roswell
The cat in the middle of the street
The grey coloured cat, look at that Staring us mere Hoomans, right in the eyes
“What on earth”, I huffed, “can she be up to?” “Is she, the much talked about spy?”
The cat did not budge, not one inch, that runt We tried to pass, twice, from left and then from the right But nothing, no not one thing, made this cat twinge So the only option now, would be reasoning? Meow?
“Hey there, little kitty cat, would you think we could possible pass?” I frustrated then asked
The cat just stared at me, as if asking, where the heck is my fee And as if understand the thinking, of this freakish feline, I replied
“Oh, of course, you want a reward, because you know Keeping this street safe from all kind of beings awkward.”
Stating that was like stating the obvious, which I have a knack for So before I realised what I was doing, I was headed towards the nearest store Searching for the best thing, which I could make the guard kitty sing I immediately spotted the cans of tuna, sitting in the stands (Really? Did the shopkeeper and the cat have a secret deal?)
Happily after buying in bulk, back into the street I stalked Seeing the cat there, watching, knowing, heck, most likely humming How much of a sucker the poor Hoomans be But hey, that is just fine for me, as the cats are doing a great job indeed
“Hey kitty,” I cooed slightly
With an open can of fishy smelling treat I hoped and preyed this food would do the thing And as I saw the grey coated cat saunter towards me Carefully and slowly, finally stopping at my feet The signal there was pretty clear:
“Ye shall pass, now that I have my catch!” As if the cat would have said would it actually talk
So, now, watching the cat starting to eat I quickly made my way across the very street I had been granted access by one simple and tiny act To give a thanks and a reward where it was totally apt
“The cats in the harbour are waiting, for the fish to arrive” Gun Roswell
Cat with a coat ruffled
The cat on the sidewalk sat It was looking quite wet Maybe after taken a do dive on the deep side Most likely of trying the fishies to find It’s coat now totally ruffled and out of place Clearly, out of washing it up after the watery way Making it dripping and totally in disarray Now it was just a matter of letting it lay In the warming sunshine and soon it would fine The cat once again ready, for another deep dive After all, how else would the treats fall
“From the skies?”The cat asked with eyes open wide “Do you think me a fool? I know quite well, the only fish that ever from the skies fell Was something made up in a fairytale.”
And the with a huff and a puff the cat continued It’s coat to sort out to be ready for another interlude With the water wet, for its fishies to get
“Cats are the best, soft and fluffy and… completely ignoring you!” Gun Roswell
Striped Feline
Striped feline Or a soft purring ball How easy to unwind Soon to a sleep fall Hypnotized By those wide eyes The limber steps Command respect You can never own them Just borrow for a while But rest assured, the little gems Will leave you in big smiles
The lookout cat, at her very post Neatly and frozen, staying, in the exact same pose In her current pray, she seems, totally engrossed Or just maybe, she already had a feast and ate a roast And now only digesting, is the utter and most Task she is able, for the least this moment, to coast
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