Cats

Ginger cats

Ginger / red / orange tabby cats — predominantly George.

Gilbert and George at the windowsill, April 2021

George leaps across the sunlit windowsill. Gilbert observes from a cushion, sage and unmoved. Spring movement on one side; commentary on the other.

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.

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 stretched on white bedding, ginger paws extended, looking up at the camera. The Caturday programme proceeds to schedule.

Eight photographs of the moggies variously claiming the lap. Sleepy faces, content cats. The lap, for the duration, is permanent.

George curled on white bedding, looking down with a calm appraisal. Three photographs, all variants of the same considered pose.

Fourteen photographs, including George crouched over a yellow magazine on cream bedding. Caesar nowhere in sight. The Ides pass without incident.

George and Gilbert facing off on the bedroom floor: ginger crouched low, tabby standing ready. Six photographs. No injuries reported.

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.