Black and grey geometric tattoo of a cat's head with angular facial planes and pointed ears, on the inner forearm.

Geometric cat head on a forearm

Geometric · Forearm · Black and grey · Photo

A faceted cat's head faces forward, built from angular black and grey shapes with pale highlights on the muzzle and eyes. The linework is bold and the shading is solid, with flat blocks of black creating the ears and cheeks. The tattoo sits centrally on a pale forearm against a dark background, with a clear dressing covering part of the design.

Geometric Forearm Cat Cat head Whiskers Animal Geometric shape

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A story inspired by this tattoo · fiction

The windfalls had been lying in the long grass since Tuesday, and by the end of August the wasps had found every one of them. Dad would have walked the rows with a bucket on his hip and cursed the drop, but I had only the cat for company, and Sharp was no use with a bucket. He sat on the stone wall at the bottom of Crane's Field, black and grey with a white bib, and watched me like a magistrate.

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The thing about Sharp is that he never looked soft. The other cats in the village went round like slumped cushions, but his face was all planes and edges, the way the light broke across the orchard in the afternoons. Pale where the sun caught his muzzle, black where the shadow of the Bramley fell across his cheek. When he narrowed his eyes at a wasp, the lines of his brow came down like a set square. Dad used to say he looked like something cut from slate by a careful man.

The press was due on Saturday. Mr Oakley from the next farm had promised a cart, and I had three crates of Discovery and a barrel of Kingston Black that wanted racking before the frost. I spent the evening on my knees under the trees, filling the bucket, while Sharp prowled the rows and pounced on anything that moved in the grass. Once he came back with a mouse, dropped it at my feet like a gift, and sat down beside it to wait for praise.

When the last crate was stacked, I sat on the wall beside him. The sun went down behind the hedge and laid the shadows of the boughs across us both, cutting his face into dark and pale angles until he was nothing but a drawing of a cat. I rubbed his ears and he let me. The roof man wanted paying, and the old press might have to go, but tonight the cat had decided we would be fine, and I trusted his judgement more than my own.