George curled, ginger flank rising and falling. The legs twitch. Whatever he hunts in his sleep is, by his lights, on the run.
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 asleep on the fluffy blanket, December 2015
George curled on a fluffy blanket: ginger and white into beige. Audible from the next room. He has chosen his hour.
George drying off, December 2015
George after a wet excursion: damp ginger fur, half-shut eyes, the brown blanket bearing the worst of it. Normal service waits on the radiator.
George unimpressed, December 2015
George on a blanket, unimpressed by what the morning has put forward. Ginger and white. The face of a man waiting for tea, all the while suspecting tea will not come.
George yawning on the polka-dot chair, December 2015
George mid-yawn, fangs briefly visible. The polka-dot chair is his, established. The yawn is the chair speaking through him.