Black ink drawing of a sitting cat built from angular geometric facets filled with fine parallel hatching, shown on a plain white background.

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Geometric cat design in black ink

Geometric · Black and grey · Flash

A sitting cat seen in profile, with its head turned to the left and its tail curling down at the base. The body is divided into angular triangular and polygonal panels, each filled with fine parallel hatching lines in varying directions. The design is drawn in black linework on white paper and is centred in the frame with plenty of empty space around it.

Geometric Cat Animal Sitting cat Profile

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Tuesday, 14th floor, Ardwick Court. The lift has been out since Friday, so I carried the theodolite up the stairwell and counted the landings: forty-one, one more than the drawings show. I have decided to put that in the report as a finding.

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The cat was on the sill of flat 14C when I reached the top. Nobody lives in 14C. The tenant moved to Hulme in March, and the council keeps posting letters to a Vernon Pike who died in 1998. It sat with its back half to me, looking west over the rail yards, and did not turn when I rapped the glass. Its shape is wrong for a cat. Every part of it is cut into flat planes, each one ruled with fine hatching, and where the late light crosses them they flip from grey to white in hard stripes, as though someone drew the lines first and poured the animal in afterwards.

It was on a different ledge on Thursday, and on the 9th floor on Saturday, always turned left, always facing the streets the council cleared to make room for us. Nobody on the estate will talk about those streets. Mrs Okafor on 6 said only that the cat had been there before the blocks went up, and that it was not a cat she would name.

The demolition date in my report is a Monday. This morning I left a saucer of milk on 14C's sill and wrote the tower's measurements on the back of the envelope. When I came back at noon the saucer was empty and the sill was bare, but the rain had dried in a neat outline on the concrete, sharp-cornered, with one long curl at the base where a tail had been resting.