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








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.




George on a cushion beside the lit fire bowl on the deck, ginger and content. Decking, firelight, moggy: the weekend, finished.



George nestled into cream bedding, ginger fur, looking down with a calm appraisal of the room. The afternoon is his, for now.

George The Moggie




Three photographs of Gilbert holding the line through February. The tabby continues, in his way, to be the tabby.




George curled on a red surface: ginger and white into red, eyes shut. Three photographs. The position is, by him, decided.
It’s cold out there but George the Ginger and White Moggy snuggles and snores in his basket.

Third photograph, same basket, same George. The afternoon held nothing further to report.
It’s cold out there but George the Ginger and White Moggy snuggles and snores in his basket.

George reinstalled in the basket: ginger, snoring. The pose admits variation. The snoring does not.

It’s cold out there but George the Ginger and White Moggy snuggles and snores in his basket.

George curled and asleep on the cream blanket, viewed from directly above. The basket is small. The cat is committed. The snoring follows.