

George installed on a lap in the garden, ginger and white. The lap is the venue. The moggy is the event. Two photographs.
George, ginger and white, primary occupant of the household’s radiators and sun patches. Specialises in the unblinking stare that ends with food being produced, and the kind of full-sofa stretch that constitutes a day’s exercise. This is his archive.



George installed on a lap in the garden, ginger and white. The lap is the venue. The moggy is the event. Two photographs.




Three photographs of George camped beside the laptop, ginger head down. The work was less interesting than the cat. The cat won.


George on the couch, head into the nearest hand, ginger and white. The arrangement is mutual. The nuzzle is on his terms.


Georgie
George at the bottom of the stairs, peering through the white railings, ginger and white. Whatever is upstairs has been, by him, clocked.




George lounging in bright sunlight on the patterned floor, content. Gilbert, off-camera, on holiday from photographic duties.


George sprawled belly-up on the red and white striped cushion, paws stretched, in full surrender. The cushion belongs to him by occupation.


George inspects an orange toy named, in defiance of colour theory, Pinky. The investigation is thorough. The toy: unmoved.


George standing on rumpled blue bedding, ginger and white, looking towards the camera with the calm of an animal whose work has been, today, zero.








Seven photographs for Easter Caturday. George commits to the cream bedding — gazing upward, paws relaxed, dignity intact, just.


George flat on white bedding for Good Friday, eyes shut, content. The bank holiday programme: undisturbed.