
George under the white blanket: a ginger flank visible through the weave. Mid-morning, committed. The arrangement is his, and final.
Ginger / red / orange tabby cats — predominantly George.


George under the white blanket: a ginger flank visible through the weave. Mid-morning, committed. The arrangement is his, and final.


George silhouetted against the sky — Tennessee Williams without the libretto. A brief rooftop expedition. He came in for tea.

George curled, ginger flank rising and falling. The legs twitch. Whatever he hunts in his sleep is, by his lights, on the run.


George curled on a fluffy blanket: ginger and white into beige. Audible from the next room. He has chosen his hour.


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 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 mid-yawn, fangs briefly visible. The polka-dot chair is his, established. The yawn is the chair speaking through him.