George on his back on white bedding: ginger paws in the air, batting a small toy. Four photographs of the same one-cat circus.
George
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 chilling on Caturday, March 2021
George stretched on white bedding, ginger paws extended, looking up at the camera. The Caturday programme proceeds to schedule.
George on the white bedding, March 2021
George curled on white bedding, looking down with a calm appraisal. Three photographs, all variants of the same considered pose.
George on his throne, March 2021
A chilly day in March and George sits on the throne vs
George on a curved cat bed in the garden, the potted succulents around him. The throne is plastic. The moggy is regal.
George by the fire bowl, late February 2021
George on a cushion beside the lit fire bowl on the deck, ginger and content. Decking, firelight, moggy: the weekend, finished.
George in the cream bedding, February 2021
George nestled into cream bedding, ginger fur, looking down with a calm appraisal of the room. The afternoon is his, for now.
George on the red, February 2021
George curled on a red surface: ginger and white into red, eyes shut. Three photographs. The position is, by him, decided.
George asleep in the basket, February 2021
It’s cold out there but George the Ginger and White Moggy snuggles and snores in his basket.
George curled and asleep on the cream blanket, viewed from directly above. The basket is small. The cat is committed. The snoring follows.
George back in the basket, February 2021
It’s cold out there but George the Ginger and White Moggy snuggles and snores in his basket.
George reinstalled in the basket: ginger, snoring. The pose admits variation. The snoring does not.
George still in the basket, February 2021
It’s cold out there but George the Ginger and White Moggy snuggles and snores in his basket.
Third photograph, same basket, same George. The afternoon held nothing further to report.