Black and grey dotwork tattoo of an anatomical heart with a cluster of cats inside, above pine trees, a crescent moon and stars.

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Anatomical heart with cats and night sky

Dotwork · Black and grey · Photo

A realistic anatomical heart sits at the centre of the design, with its chambers and vessels drawn in fine hatched linework and stippled shading. Inside the lower chamber, four cats are drawn in dotwork, curled up and peeking out. Pine trees, a crescent moon and small star shapes sit above the heart against a plain background. The tattoo is entirely black and grey, with dense dots building the shadows.

Dotwork Heart Anatomical heart Cat Pine tree Moon Star

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A story inspired by this tattoo · fiction

The cats came to the widow Ansel's garden the winter her husband went down to the coast and did not come back up. There were four of them, all grey as wet slate, and they arrived the way cats do, by deciding it had been their idea all along. They slept in the cold frame and ate the mice from under the gooseberries, and when she tried to shoo them they only looked at her as though she had mislaid something.

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She fed them anyway. By the new year she had stopped counting the days aloud, and the cats had taken to sitting on the wall at dusk, facing the pines at the bottom of the field where the moon came up first. Her neighbour, a carter named Tobiah Crewe, said cats like that were a bad sign, that they went where a heart had been emptied out and wanted to keep it warm. Ansel told him to mind his cart.

One night in February the frost was so hard the pump froze solid, and she went out with a kettle and found the cats curled together in the hollow under the old apple tree, breathing steam. She sat down beside them in her coat. The stars were out in their hundreds over the pines, and the moon hung low like a paring of cheese. She talked to the cats about her husband's boots, and his bad jokes, and the way he hummed flat over the washing. The cats listened the way cats do, which is to say not at all, and by morning she was warm.

In spring the cats were gone, but the gooseberries came in heavier than anyone could remember, and she never again let a stray go hungry. When people asked how she had got through the hard years, she tapped her ribs and said there were four lodgers in there and none of them paid rent.