Black and grey tattoo of a cartoon cat with a bow, small wings and a bow and arrow, surrounded by outlined hearts, on the upper arm.

Cartoon cat with hearts on upper arm

Upper arm · Black and grey · Photo

A cartoon cat wearing a bow on its head sits within a heart-shaped cluster of outlined hearts, some with solid black fills. It holds a bow and arrow, and small wings are drawn at its side, with a flower detail on its body. The design uses clean black outlines with grey shading on the bow and body, set against pale skin on a limb.

Upper arm Cat Bow Heart Wing Arrow Flower

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A story inspired by this tattoo · fiction

The arrow had gone into the moat again, and Mrs Gorse was waiting on the drawbridge with her hands on her hips and her patience visibly gone. Pip shook one ear, tucked the bow under a wing not yet strong enough to lift her, and considered the matter. Nobody at Ashbury Keep had asked for a cupid. The lord had died in spring, the chapel roof had come down in the autumn gales, and what remained was a steward called Ambrose, a goat named Duchess, and a small grey cat who had turned up one wet morning insisting she had been sent.

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Ambrose said the arrows were bent. Pip said the arrows were perfectly true and the world was crooked. She drew her hearts on the courtyard walls at dusk, outlined in charcoal, and when a match was certain she filled one in solid and the two people involved went red to the ears. Mrs Gorse wanted her daughter wed to the miller's boy before harvest. The daughter, who spent her evenings on the battlements watching the steward mend the gate, wanted something else entirely, and had said so to Pip in a whisper that carried all the way to the moat.

On the last evening of the month Pip climbed the south tower, where the stones were still warm from a sun that had forgotten it was autumn. She fitted an arrow, sighted along the crooked line of the wall, and loosed it at the miller's cart rattling up the lane. It missed the cart entirely, struck the bell rope, and the bell rang out across the valley. Ambrose and the daughter both looked up at the same moment.

Pip watched from the wall as Mrs Gorse came stamping up the lane to ask what all the ringing was about. The cat was already filling in the last small heart with her paw. Perhaps the world was crooked after all, she thought, but the arrows had only ever needed a better aim.