Black and grey neo-traditional tattoo of an anthropomorphic cat in a top hat and lace-trimmed coat, with scrollwork, on a forearm.

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Anthropomorphic cat in a top hat on a forearm

Neo-trad · Forearm · Black and grey · Photo

The tattoo shows a cat dressed in a Victorian-style coat with a lace collar and a top hat, with its paws holding a small card. It is rendered in black and grey with bold outlines, soft shading on the fur and ornate scrollwork filling the background. The design runs down the forearm against a dark striped backdrop.

Neo-trad Forearm Cat Top hat Lace Scrollwork Playing card

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A story inspired by this tattoo · fiction

Mr Osgood Pell had already relieved the Hartley boys of two shillings before the wasps found the windfalls, and he was not a cat who liked to be seen losing. He sat on the orchard wall in his grey frockcoat, lace at the throat brushed clean, his top hat tipped against a sun that had gone soft and yellow over the Bramley trees. The deck lay face down on a folded handkerchief between his paws, and he had not yet decided whether to be generous.

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"Again," said the younger Hartley, who had freckles and no sense. "Double or nothing."

Pell studied the boy for a long moment, the way a magistrate studies a witness who has rehearsed his answers. He lifted the top card with the very tip of one claw and turned it over: the queen of spades, its corners curling like the leaves overhead. "Nothing," he said pleasantly, "is the only sum I have never once been asked to double." Then he watched the boy's right cuff, which had begun to twitch.

"Your sleeve, I believe," said Pell, and the ace of spades slid out and fell into the nettles with a small, guilty sound.

The boy went red to his ears and fled. Pell gathered his shillings, set the deck back in its case, and pressed a windfall into the grass beside the wall, since a debt of honesty was owed to someone. Behind him the orchard was filling with the low hum of the evening, and a single apple dropped from the highest bough, bruised on landing, its skin split open like a card that had never been meant to be seen.