Two side-by-side photographs of neo-traditional cat head tattoos with jewelled crowns on the top of the foot, one ginger and one tabby.

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Cats wearing crowns on two feet

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Two photographs show matching cat head tattoos on the tops of bare feet, each with an ornate jewelled crown above and a collar below. The left cat has a ginger coat with soft shading and amber eyes, while the right cat is tabby-patterned with green eyes, a pearl necklace and a red gem pendant. Bold outlines, rich colour and a dark leather background frame the designs.

Neo-trad Traditional Other Cat Crown Jewel Pearl Collar Gem

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A story inspired by this tattoo · fiction

The ginger tom had worn the tin crown since the cook's boy cut it from a biscuit tin and punched holes for the lacing, and he carried it through the galley with the solemnity of a bishop. Ship's cats were not supposed to have opinions about anything above the bilge, but Mabel had opinions about everything. She came aboard at Falmouth in a sack of wet rope, tabby as a bread crust, with green eyes that judged the coal bunker and found it wanting.

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The first trial was the herring. Ginger ate his share in the forepeak with the crown tipped crooked, and Mabel waited until the watch had gone up on deck, then stole the tin crown off his head and balanced it on her own. Ginger yowled. The cook threw a bucket of seawater at them both, and neither moved from the stove top. Next morning Mabel had strung a necklace of dried peas and a red glass bead from the cabin lamp, and sat on the flour barrel like a duchess waiting for her carriage.

Ginger did not hiss or swipe. He went down to the bosun's locker, where the mice were fat, and came back with a flat grey pebble he had been saving since Cork. He laid it at her feet. Mabel looked at it for a long time, then at the crown, then at the peas. When the wind backed north-west off the Lizard and the galley stove went out, the two of them sat together in the dark on the warm lid of the coal box, and the tin crown slid off between them and clattered onto the deck. Neither one went to fetch it.

In the morning the cook found the crown on the floor, the peas scattered, and the red bead resting on the grey pebble as though it had always been meant to sit there. The crew said the cats had settled it between them. The cook said they had simply got tired of quarrelling, which on a ship amounts to the same thing.