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Cat in profile on an ankle
Fine line · Ankle · Mixed · Photo
A single continuous black outline shows a cat in profile facing right, with pointed ears, a small green eye and fine whiskers. The tail sweeps down and back in a long curve across the skin. The linework is clean and even on plain skin, with a small orange-red accent on the whiskers and a dark mole visible to the left.
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A story inspired by this tattoo · fiction
Mind the step, there, it's the one that gave my father's knee trouble. Now, you want the one about the cat that came down the Hollin shaft in a coal tram? Everybody says it was a ginger tom, but I was told by Nan Pryce, who never lied except about her age, that it was a grey she-cat with one green eye and a tail as long as a bell-rope. She rode the last tram down with the night shift, sat on the cold iron like a passenger who'd paid for her seat, and never once looked at the men.
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They called her Mistress Tallow, because she turned up whenever a lamp went low. The overman tried to shoo her off the pit-head twice. Twice she was back before he'd finished his tea, curled in the dry spot by the boiler, tail wrapped round her feet and her face turned sharp towards the far gallery, as if she could hear something the rest of them couldn't. The men took that for a warning, and they were right to.
One February the roof talked. Every collier knows the sound: a long dry creak like a door on a cold hinge. Tallow stood up in the coal dust, looked down the east road, and walked away from the men, slow and dignified, with her tail lifting behind her like a question. Jack Bevan, who was never sensible, went after her with his lamp. The rest followed him out, grumbling. They were three hundred yards clear when the east road came down behind them with a noise like the sky breaking its back.
Nan Pryce always finished it the same way. Tallow was never seen on the pit-head again. But on the wall of the lamp-room, when they whitewashed it that spring, someone had left a little shape scratched into the plaster with a nail: a cat looking one way, tail sweeping down, watching for the next man who needed leading out.
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