Black and grey shaded tattoo of a cat head with four eyes and a crescent moon above it, on the upper arm.

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Four-eyed cat and crescent moon on an upper arm

Traditional · Upper arm · Black and grey · Photo

A cat's head with four eyes, shown in front view with a crescent moon above it. The cat is rendered in shaded black and grey with stippled dots on the muzzle, fine whisker lines and a bold outline. The tattoo sits on the upper arm against a plain, lightly lit background.

Traditional Upper arm Cat Crescent moon Whiskers Moon

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A story inspired by this tattoo · fiction

The miller's daughter was to be married on the night the moon was thin as a paring, and the whole of Hollin Wick climbed the hill with lanterns, because everyone knew the cat would come. Nobody had ever seen it arrive. It was simply sitting on the churchyard wall when the bells started, grey as wet slate, with four green eyes set two above and two below, and it looked at the bride as though it had already read her letters.

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The groom, Tobias Reeve, asked old Mother Fenn whose cat it was. She said it belonged to whoever had told the truth that week, and that it would sit at the table until somebody did. So the feast went on around it. The cat walked along the trestles between the cider jugs and the burnt pies, and at every seat it stopped, and one pair of eyes closed slowly while the other pair stayed open.

When it reached Tobias it sat down in front of him and did not blink for a long time. He went red to the ears, then grey, and then he confessed that the dowry was gone, spent on a boat moored at Saltmarsh that he had never meant to sail. The bride, Agnes, set down her spoon. She said she had known since Michaelmas, and had only been waiting to see whether he would say it himself. The cat yawned, showing a small pink tongue, and got down from the bench.

It went out through the lych gate and up the lane. Above the church the moon hung like a cut fingernail, and the cat's shape crossed under it, slow and grey, until the hedge swallowed it. Agnes took Tobias's hand across the table. Mother Fenn said that a marriage which began with one honest sentence had a better chance than most, and that the cat would not be back until the next one needed it.