Curled to the point of architectural improbability, with one white sock pressed firmly beneath his chin as if load-bearing. Gilbert is unavailable. The face says this has been the plan all along.
George has claimed the open window frame with the quiet confidence of someone who has definitely thought this through. His tail hangs into the void below; his expression suggests he has not. The garden waits, unimpressed.
George has claimed the chair, the bag, and presumably whatever plans you had for going out. He sits in profile, tail trailing, expression suggesting he considered the bag’s contents and found them wanting.
Gilbert is doing his best impression of a bolster cushion. George, chin resting squarely on his brother’s back, appears to find this arrangement entirely satisfactory. Gilbert has registered no formal complaint, which is probably consent enough.
George has resolved himself into the optimum configuration: tail wrapped, paws tucked, eyes firmly shut against all further enquiries. The dark sofa provides an excellent foil for the ginger-and-white arrangement. Minimal surface area exposed to the world; maximum efficiency achieved.
Photographed from directly above, the brothers form a near-perfect circle — the pale half and the dark half fitting together like two pieces of the same thought.
George has acquired a pink banana and is giving it the sort of measured consideration it probably doesn’t deserve. One paw rests on it, proprietorially. The banana does not appear to have responded.
George has claimed the top step of the outside staircase and arranged himself with some deliberation. The glass panels throw the garden back at you in fragments, but he remains the still point of it all — sphinx-posed, faintly suspicious, entirely unbothered by the composition.
George and Gilbert have resolved whatever differences they may have had, at least until teatime. They form a near-perfect circle on the duvet, a Sunday newspaper unread in the background. Nobody is disturbing this.
George and Gilbert have adopted a position that both would almost certainly deny if asked. Their paws are intertwined, their heads are pressed together, and neither appears to be losing any sleep over it. Quite the opposite.