George under the white blanket: a ginger flank visible through the weave. Mid-morning, committed. The arrangement is his, and final.
Gilbert and his stunt double, March 2016
Gilbert at the window, beside a soft-toy understudy: marginally less alert than the original. The window is the day's only programme. Gilbert curates it.
Gilbert at the start of the day, March 2016
Gilbert on the white blanket: green eyes open by a margin. He registers the breakfast intent before the kettle. He is two minutes early, always.
George on the hot tin roof, March 2016
George silhouetted against the sky — Tennessee Williams without the libretto. A brief rooftop expedition. He came in for tea.
George dreaming, December 2015
George curled, ginger flank rising and falling. The legs twitch. Whatever he hunts in his sleep is, by his lights, on the run.
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.
Gilbert on alert, December 2015
Gilbert looking right: bell collar visible, ears forward. Something has caught his attention. A fly, probably. Possibly nothing.
Gilbert among the boots, December 2015
Gilbert on the shoe shelf: red patent boots to one side, Nike trainers the other, tabby in the middle. Optimal sightlines. Decent ventilation.
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.