Gilbert. He's smug (isn't every cat?) and he's utterly gorgeous and he knows it. He has perfectly-kohled eyes and a wee goatee beard that any thespian would be proud of. I think he writes poetry in his spare time and knows how to sear scallops. He's a naturist at heart but if he were to wear fabric it would be purple silk velvet. And possibly a foppish feather tucked into his lapel.
As it is, he picks fights with the locals, has a selection of facial scratches, a torn ear and other indications of a delusion of grandeur...
Gilbert is framed in limed white wood, ready to hang.