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Cat head with crescent moon design

Dotwork · Black and grey · Flash

A black and white photograph of a pencil or ink design drawn on paper, showing a cat's head with pointed ears, half-closed eyes and a striped face. A stippled crescent moon sits to the left, and a partial shape is visible at the top right edge. The shading is built from dense dots, and the drawing is photographed at a slight angle on a plain surface.

Dotwork Cat Moon Crescent Design

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A story inspired by this tattoo · fiction

Every night the tabby on the chapel roof in Hebden Bridge waited for the moon to come down to the water. Her name was Pennyweather, though the milkman called her Sod, and she had decided years ago that the crescent was a bite taken out of something enormous, and that the bite was hers to keep clean.

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Nobody believed her about the bite. The vicar's wife thought the moon was just a moon. The lad who ran the chip shop swore it had been a whole coin once, before the tide took the rest. Pennyweather only lay with her chin on the lead flashing, eyes slitted to a sliver, and watched the dark curve slide along the canal like a boat with no crew, the shadowed part of it filled in with the stars nobody else bothered to count.

The winter the mill closed, the lights went out along the valley floor and the moon seemed to thin to a hair. Pennyweather came down the drainpipe one night and walked the towpath to the lock, where the reflection was thinnest and the water pooled. She sat at the edge and waited. When a lorry's headlamps swept over the water, the moon broke into a hundred pieces, and she batted at one with a careful paw until it bobbed toward her, bright and cold.

She carried it home in her mouth, the way she carried mice, and set it on the windowsill of the empty mill cottage where the old woman who had raised her lay sleeping. By morning the room was full of a pale light that smelled of wet stone, and the old woman woke smiling, not knowing why.