“Cats are the best kind of pets, always” Gun Roswell
Saturday, spent with Cats
When the world outside
Gets to be too much of a stride
There is one thing on you can rely
The cats of the furry kind
They don’t really ask too much
Once in a while a simple touch
The food to be delivered to their cups
And later on to coddle as such
A day well spent indoors
Even if you ignored much of them chores
For other wise life would be a total bore
If it wasn’t for the cats you so much adore
“Thar be cats here!” Gun Roswell
One cat, two cats, three cats
At first, one solemn cat appeared
Then another joined it on the pier
Then a third one from somewhere
Came along side the two dears
Turning my head along the beach
I thought that the total number had reached
But as I turned back to take a look
Something really inside me shock
The litter had grown to a number so high
I thought it was about to take flight
The cats had come out en masse
And it wasn’t any kind of religious mass
As they all started to meow
It would have scared the farmers cow
The noises raining everywhere so loudly
As the felines were singing proudly
Then an instant it all stopped
And before anyone realized
All them cats, were gone
“The hunter cats, are on the prowl, naturally, it’s Caturday!” Gun Roswell
Caturday Hunt
The two leaders of the hunter cats
Walked up to each other for a quick chat
Planning all of their next moves
As around the street they grove
This is all carefully thought
All, this, the Caturday plot
Nothing the hunter cats do is random
That is why they got such a great fandom
Even the kittens join the litter
Some even adorned with glitter
The bigger ones teaching and guiding
Soon they all will be thriving
In this Saturday hunt
For the cats so very blunt
“So, the cat is black, and ain’t taking no slack, it’s good is all!” Gun Roswell
The black cat, who sat
The blackest of cats
Quit prettily sat
On the street so flat
“Move along you darn black cat!”
A passerby evilly spat
And did not even shake his hat
But the pretty black cat
Just continued without a fret
Watching, observing life on the stat
After all, she was not from here
But from another sphere
Far, far, far away behind the atmosphere
Sent to watch us
Us small humans with all that fuss
And then, without much
The pretty black cat
Vanished, just, like that!
“The cat’s come in all colours, even black and white!” Gun Roswell
Cat in black and white
The cat in white
With tiny black stripes
Sat perfectly still
And watched the passers by
It had no rush to leave
As it was waiting for the eve
When all the fishing boats
Would finally sail back to shore
And then to get her reward
After watching the spot
For all day long
Where the boats would dock
And that was her job
After all
She was a cat
With in white and black
“Cat hair all over the place!” Gun Roswell
Black, is the cat
A black cat sat
In the middle of the street in ease
She did not move an inch
Not even in a tight pinch
Passers by needed to slide
This cat sitting so wide
Proud face and nose up
Nothing would her mood stop
Gazing at the skies as far as the crow would fly
The black cat’s attitude was snide
Sassy and bossy, with fur so glossy
She was the owner, the queen of this street
“When people are such jerks, you can always rely on cats, life’s furry perks” Gun Roswell
Cats a Sleeping
An early morning Saturday
Knowing, it would once again be Caturday
The furry felines took their time
Even if their keeper got up with the chime
The sounds of the dynamic duo snoring
Could be heard across the flooring
But the smile on the cats’ Hooman’s face
As the two furry felines were such a grace
To her otherwise dull weekend of the same
Would turn into a full day of playing and cuddling
Because this was the three of their thing
Sometimes, they even tried to sing
Since happiness had landed upon their dwelling
“Whether a furry feline or a porcelain facsimile, they are all a posing” Gun Roswell
Cats a Pose
Strike, the perfect pose
To give us, our cuteness dose
Of a pretty cat a walking
Never mind the mice a stalking
Just fluff up your furs
Maybe, something else will need to be stirred
For this photo op now, to be later framed
For the utter and total admiration to be blamed
Because, no one can really resist
A cute little cuddly cat, whom exists
Not even, if you are a true hater
You can save those feelings, for much later
Now, a moment more, just wait
The cat will definitely not hesitate
Striking, that pretty awesome pose
And there, yes, we got one, very close!
“On the pond, a reflection, so strong, it’s almost real” Gun Roswell
Cat reflecting
The image on the surface, so vivid
The face of a hunter, quite livid
Pondering the choices to be made
On this, warm and sunny day
Should I go in for a dive
Trying the perfect fish to find
Or just wait, looking for that bait
The hooman with the big fish
And then try to then enlist
For my perfect slave of food
Just because I am looking so damn good
Hanging here, on this pier
Waiting, debating, what to do next
Oh, all them choices, could I care any less?
“When it’s time for a nap, there is no time to look for that perfect spot, just drop, where you are and sleep” Gun Roswell
Sleepy Cats
It’s nearly past noon
Which, in the furry felines opinion
Came way too soon
Just when the morning prowl was done
And then it was time for a little fun
The heavy weight of the eye lids waved
And the sleepiness catching on
To resist was way, way too strong
It was that time when the light
High up in the blue skies
Was telling the furry felines
It was their time to make a b-line
Find the nearest soft spot
And drop all their wight, on the dot
Sleepy time, nap time
What ever you want to call it
That is their prime time
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