Fine line geometric tattoo of a cat's head in black ink on pale skin, with triangular facets forming the ears, eyes and muzzle.

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Geometric cat head on skin

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A black linework tattoo of a cat's face built from straight-edged triangles and angled facets, with pointed ears at the top and a narrow chin at the bottom. The lines are thin and even, in solid black ink with no shading, and the design fills most of the frame. The pale skin behind it is softly lit and the tattoo is shown straight on.

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A story inspired by this tattoo · fiction

Mice had got into the new psalter by the third week of Lent, and Brother Anselm would not have a cat in the scriptorium. Cats were soft and went wherever they pleased, he said, and a house of God wanted lines that kept to their place. So he sent a boy down to the village for Tobiah Marl, the slate-cutter, who was said to be able to cut anything out of nothing but straight edges.

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Marl came up the hill on the Tuesday with a satchel of rulers and a pot of black ink. He drew the cat on the margin of the psalter in one unbroken line: two ears like spears laid point to the sky, a brow ruled flat across the top, a narrow chin tapering to the floor. Every cheek and whisker was a triangle. He would not let the monks round a corner, and when Anselm asked why, Marl only said that a mouse can slip past a curve but never past a point.

That night the mice came along the wall as they always had, and stopped at the edge of the page. Every path before them was a sharp angle, and none of the angles would let them through. By morning the psalter was whole, and the cat sat on the lectern with its lines still dark, catching the grey light from the window.

Anselm went to lift it from the page and found that the ink had sunk deep into the vellum, so that the cat could not be scraped away without tearing the words beside it. He left it where it was. Marl had already gone back down the hill, and nobody in the abbey ever learned what he had been paid.