Rumi
Orange tabby, chief of naps, and the true supervisor behind this website — every page here was built under his careful, half-asleep watch. Drag the photos to rearrange them; tap one to look closer.
Off duty already
Curled up mid-nap, paws every which way. The kitten years.
Two of him
Melted under the table and mirrored in the floor. Double the Rumi.
First big outing
Up on the car in his harness, taking in the whole wide world.
Window seat
Flopped by the window grille, watching the street go by.
Café supervisor
Commandeering the bill folder at brunch. Someone has to check the maths.
Blocking the workflow
Draped across the keyboard, exactly where the work was happening.
Little sunbather
A patch of morning light and a guitar for company.
Those eyes
Caught mid-gaze on the cool floor. Absolutely no notes.
Blep, with bling
Tongue out, gold chain on. Growing right into the personality.
On the mend
A little cast, a lot of rest — healing up in his favourite spot.
Hoodie weather
Bundled into a striped hoodie and out like a light. Christmas Eve energy.
Blanket burrito
Just a face peeking out of the fluffiest blanket in the house.
The bandana era
Dressed up and sitting pretty on the doormat, entirely against his will.
Sitting for a portrait
Paws neatly together, chin up. He knows exactly how good he looks.
Sunbeam o'clock
Melted into the one warm patch on the floor. A daily, sacred appointment.
Under his own gallery wall
Posing beneath the prints — including, obviously, one that just says RUMI.
King of the cabinet
Loaf mode, elevated. The highest shelf is, naturally, the throne.
Threshold patrol
Fully stretched across the doorway. No one gets past without inspection.
Head of maintenance
Personally auditing the AC and the stabiliser. Blur is just how fast he works.