Both cats: ginger and tabby, fur into fur. The fluffy rug bears them. The brothers are, briefly, of one mind.
Both cats out cold on the fluffy rug, ginger and tabby, fur into fur. The brothers at peace; the rug taking the weight.
Gilbert on the wooden stool, May 2016
Gilbert seated on the wooden stool: tabby, white chest, paws tidy. The stool is his by convention older than the photograph.
Gilbert seated on the wooden stool, tabby with white chest, paws tidy. The stool is his by long-standing convention.
George in a dark collar, March 2016
George, ginger and white, wearing the dark collar. The face he reserves for a lens held too close, held there a beat too long: flat, patient, narrowed entirely to this one mechanical offence.
George and Gilbert asleep together, March 2016
Both cats asleep on the same white blanket: ginger and tabby, contact maintained. The daily ceasefire holds, for the moment.
Gilbert in his Easter best, 2016
Gilbert with the blue collar and bell, looking down in mild appraisal. The bell is for our benefit. The looking down, his alone.
George asleep on the Easter blankets, 2016
George flat on the coloured blankets, Easter Sunday afternoon. Ginger and white, horizontal. He has not eaten the chocolate. The rest, in time, he will.
George by the window, Easter 2016
George at the windowsill, Buddha statue for company. Easter weekend, decent light. They wear, for the photograph, the same face.
George on the stool, March 2016
George on a stool, ginger and white, green eyes steady. The pose suggests he is between things. He is not. He is precisely where he means to be.
George keeping watch at the door, March 2016
George at the door, ginger head round the frame. He watches. Each passing body is, by his lights, a potential breach.
Gilbert on the pink cushion, March 2016
Gilbert on the pink cushion by the window: tabby and white, eyes shut. There at breakfast. There now.