George, in particulars

A description, at last, of what George actually is: a red mackerel tabby with white, high-grade bicolour, very nearly van. With photographs.

A description, at last, of what George actually is: a red mackerel tabby with white, high-grade bicolour, very nearly van. With photographs.

Brown classic tabby with white. Bicolour, low-grade. A description, at last, of what Gilbert actually is.
Ten photographs from winter into spring 2026. George has opinions about the ottoman, the bedroom duvet, and a toy mouse, which he regards with the detached interest of a cat who once considered catching things. Gilbert makes a single appearance and makes it count, asleep on the yellow chair amid a drift of brown paper.
Gilbert and George, in the curl. Teal blankets, white sheets, the wicker basket on rotation. Mostly indoors, mostly horizontal. The truce holds — by their lights, anyway.

George sat bolt upright on the red cushion, looking directly into the lens, ginger and white. The expression suggests dinner is overdue, or the photographer is late. Either way: he stands by, awaiting clarification.

George up close on the teal pillow, ginger and white. The post had a second image block. It didn't make the edit.
A nine-photograph retrospective: both cats, various seasons, various poses. The brothers, observed at intervals.
George in collage form, photos pieced together from earlier in the year. Ginger and white, doing the rounds: sleeping, sitting, in rare cases moving.

Three photographs of George stationed at the desk, ginger and earnest, surrounded by computer equipment. The AI issue, as he saw it, would be resolved by sitting on it.

A retrospective note from 2016 — the workings of two moggies, briefly catalogued.