“There is just something about fall, the calmness, even the warmth, the rain soft just before, the storm hits, but not until October. So, stay a while, September?” Gun Roswell
Today
Is one of the many days
For the Autumn month
Of September
You are soft
You are still warm
You are very colourful
Your are certainly plentiful
Did not promise much at start
But apparently, delivering the more
And as such
I truly you adore
“The looks of grumpiness, doesn’t always mean, that the mood reflects the face” Gun Roswell
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.
“There can never be enough coffee” Gun Roswell
Always on my mind
Why is it, that each fleeting moment my mind only visits
The one thing, the one single on object explicit
Could it be that I am finally loosing it?
But the mere thought of you makes me feel so good
As if I could even go without any other thing, but you There’s no denying, my one and only love, I know it’s true
And when I finally get the stuff in my hands
This sensation is strong I can hardly stand
My head spinning, my legs wobbly, this was certainly not what I planned
But, when my lips meet with you
I know everything i anticipated was true
Coffee, I really love you, now and forever, we stick together like glue
“There is always time for coffee, morning, noon, day or night time, it’s all just fine, if you really enjoy the dark liquid kind and to have a cup of it, when you see fit” Gun Roswell
Monday Morning and another Cup of Coffee
There is always room for coffee, in the stomach, someone said, even if it was some other time a clock, usually not associated with the fine sustenance of a dark liquid, but if one was prepared, for the full effect of the stuff, then drinking a cup or two, would suit, no matter the hour, as long as the face did not go sour, simply because the lack of coffee, was ever present, so, better satisfy the urge and have that drink of it, the coffee, in a cup, or a mug or even jug it directly from the pot!
Because believe it or not, those rules and regulations for sleeping and consumables, was most likely created by someone who hated the stuff, both coffee and well, food and perhaps even people, as all of us, are mostly individuals and so, enjoying the good stuff, coffee, does not have to be at any given hour, even midnight will do simply fine.
“There is nothing wrong with coffee! Then again, adding a sugary snack on the side? Well, guess I should try?“ Gun Roswell
Coffee and a side dish
The simple cup of black coffee, seems to be lacking
Of something else, hovering above in stacking
Perhaps a taste of something soft and sweet
Not that, coffee, usually, really never needed
As anything to disturb the essence of the dark liquid
Even if it would only be a side trip real, real quick
Whatever you may feel about this potent stuff of life
The coffee in the cup, the only thing in this life right
Perhaps just give it a chance, taking a small bite
At first, washing it down with the coffee learnt
And then, if it feels totally good without a choice
Then perhaps reconsider, having the coffee some slack
Not that it and consumption in anyway needs to be toned back
Rather have a day in a week, regularly like
To add one thing sweet, in the menu like spice
Then feel how much better the break taken for this stuff
Will give you a tad more of the sugary fluff
Perhaps missing for the simple and straight cup
Of coffee, well, it might not be so much
But a bit of variety in the routine, never hurt anyone
“If you look around you, there is always a cat sitting there, lurking about, but hey, it’s a cat’s world after all!” Gun Roswell
The cat is neatly sitting
Cats are totally funny, cats are also great, and luckily for us mere mortals, cats are always around, when you them need, lurking on the ground, but mostly, on the corners of whatever place are the best way, where they can be found, sitting there gingerly smiling, as if they did have some kind of secret, we know really nothing about. But if you are willing to listen carefully and so, to take some time to do just that, then perhaps who knows, they might be willing to share a few with you too and the better you will be for it, and then you too can enjoy the same activities, like do some lurking, stalking and grinning sitting on the corners of every place, and make those passing by, not knowing the secret pretty awkward but hey, one has to have a fun hobby and those cats surely know something of this topic, and so, just keep on doing that thing, sitting around every which way and widely be grinning.
“The cat at the corner sat, wondering why the Hoomans are so busy all the time”
The cat and the corner
The cat, chose this corner on purpose, simply to observe the life passing by, as she herself was simply find, but had started wondering as to why, all these two legged creatures had no time, for anything else, except to rush all day long around.
It wasn’t as she put too much stock to these odd looking beings and their daily lives, but she had noticed something happening slowly but gradually, that of the change on their faces gone from mild to almost totally blank and now without smiles.
And again, it hardly mattered to this four legged fury feline superior what these Hoomans did or how they looked like, but it was now also starting to bite into her various treats and snacks of a heap, as before, these beings had brought her plenty of gifts while passing by.
But, guess they were far too tense and busy, not having a day of fun and laughs left in them, so maybe it was time for this specific cat, to move on to somewhere more nice, where the sun still shined and people too, were really nice, after all, she had heard the rumors of such places existing and now it was just a matter of relocating, and she totally did.
And now as she sits there in her new corner observing, the Hoomans there keep on smiling and with much respect treating, as the superior feline she still is, with lots of fish
“The cats like to pack up, when going to sleep, for warmth and all that, I guess, or then, it’s something else completely” Gun Roswell
Three cats in a row sleeping tightly
When cats, take a nap, they bundle up, snuggly with as many of them in there, tightly
This might just be, for the companionship, or for the warmth, or perhaps, because they can
Curling up, their flexible bodies in balls, as only the cats can, but also across the surface span
Widely and tall, even if they seem quite small, still, giving your very own bed, just to let
Those furry felines to have a rest, well, that is the way of the keepers of them cats
Letting them rest up, when even they must, and if you are lucky to have more than a few
Then maybe you can catch them all in a bunch of perhaps, they decided to make a row
Soon enough sleeping tightly, and leaving the keeper of them smiling as cats are cats
Be that a Caturday on a Saturday, or any other day of the week, they really do like to sleep
And sleep you must let them do, and soon enough follow maybe to a sleep you will them too
“If you get really close to a cat’s face, well good for you, as hoomans usually don’t, at least not without getting scratched” Gun Roswell
Close up, and personal
The face cute and adorable, so touching it would be quite plausible, but behind that mask of a soft and furry face, might just be something wicked anyways, as long as it amuses the feline you being too familiar, as the cats have their limits to their own finesse and grace.
And so, if you choose to stick your hand or even your very nose way too close, to that fluffy looking coat, you may find that the cat, amused not so much is, of your actions obtuse, so be prepared for some heavy duty scratching soon enough, when you are off guard.
So, why not do the thing smart and stays the heck outta the cats face, just try to admire the overload of cuteness experienced, from a farther away distance and unscathed you may end up to be, as you see, the cats appreciate boundaries far more than hoomans do.
As when you follow this one simply rule, rather than becoming the bleeding fool, you and the furry feline will certainly maintain a relationship very calm and cool and that is the very best one to be in, both cat and servant in this fragile relationship of a spin.
“In every woman there is a Queen. Speak to the Queen and the Queen will answer” Norwegian Proverb
Wonder Women
Feminism?
Never mind the ‘ism’
I’m in it for the idealism
Girl power
Female power
Human power
Heroins
Of different eras
Those afraid
May call you chimeras
Hell raisers
Trailblazers
Your wisdom and insight
Carrying the plight
For those
Who could not fight
Women of power
Hardly the cowards
Quite the women
Of wonder
Rantings Of A Third Kind 