A resting cat’s paws. Can there be anything cosier?

Poor Grace, she was so cold when she arrived at my house that I had to wrap her in a blanket before administering hot coffee.

A sudden and heavy snowfall in mid December. A pretty but brief spectacle. The temperatures too high for the snow to consider settling. Domino, one member of my feline quartet, enjoyed the display from the comfort and warmth of a window sill.

I am lucky because I have the perfect model living with me. She is called Holly, always willing to pose patiently and she is a cat.

You know you are in trouble when the receptionist at your vet’s greets you by name as soon as you set foot through the door.

If “she” were a flame, I would want to be a moth – and then I decided that I looked like an old mariner.

This is Camillo on the chair that I was just about to move from the living room into my studio.

Photographer Wolf Kettler speculates on who should get undressed for a nude photo session and worries about his cat’s cosy spots.

This is Eric relaxing in the shade on a summer’s morning. Eric lives with my friends, Kay and Lofty, who maintain that he has a fierce side to his character and a set of sharp claws to his paws …

This photograph in my series of unplanned portraits tries to capture the spirit of the month of June.