Small solid black cat silhouette tattoo, seen from behind with its tail curled, on the inner wrist and lower forearm.

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Black cat silhouette on a wrist

Forearm · Black and grey · Photo

A small tattoo of a sitting black cat, shown from behind, with pointed ears and a tail curling up on the right. The cat is filled with solid black ink with a slightly textured shading, and the outline is simple with no fine detail. It sits on pale skin against a plain, softly lit background, with the tattoo placed toward the left of the frame.

Forearm Cat Silhouette Animal Black cat

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A story inspired by this tattoo · fiction

Now sit closer, because my knees won't carry me to the door and the fire's gone low. You want to hear about Mrs Pargeter's cat. Black as a coal scuttle she was, and she never once looked at you straight on. She sat with her back to whoever came up the path, tail wrapped round her feet like a shawl, and she watched the wall at the bottom of the garden as though a man were building it there brick by brick and she meant to see him finish.

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The wall was the Tennants' doing. Old Tennant wanted the nettles out and the bindweed down, so he put up stone where the apple trees had stood. Mrs Pargeter said nothing. She only left a saucer of milk on the back step at dusk and kept the gate on the latch. Then one March the blossom came out on the far side of that wall, white as washing, and the cat got up, stretched, and walked straight through the gap where the mortar had crumbled. Nobody saw her go over. Nobody saw her come back.

Tennant swore on his mother's Bible he'd sealed every crack. Still, each spring the cat sat on the step with her back to us, tail curled like a question mark, facing that wall as if she were waiting for a visitor. And each spring a few petals lay on the flags beside her, which nobody could account for, since there were no trees left on our side.

So if you go up to the garden tonight, don't be startled by her. Sit on the step, keep your back to the house, and wait. You'll know when the gap opens, because she'll stop purring. Mind you bring your own bread. She's never once been hungry for ours.