Small black line tattoo of a geometric origami-style cat on the inner wrist, shown with the hand raised.

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Geometric origami cat on the wrist

Geometric · Forearm · Black and grey · Photo

A small tattoo of a cat built from angular, folded-looking facets, drawn in thin black outlines with no shading. The cat is shown in profile with its head raised on the right and a tail extending to the left, sitting against pale skin. The hand is raised toward the top of the frame, with the tattoo placed low on the inner wrist and the background showing a rug and wooden furniture.

Geometric Fine line Forearm Cat Origami Animal Outline

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A story inspired by this tattoo · fiction

The cat was folded from a single sheet of ledger paper, creased so sharply that the edges could have cut a thumb, and it had been pushed under the lid of a flour bin in the galley of the Halcyon Ruth. Mr Oswin Pryce, who kept the cargo book and disliked anything he could not enter in it, carried the thing up to the mate on a Tuesday in April 1931 and set it on the chart table between them.

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Hesketh was not embarrassed. He said his daughter had shown him the cat in Liverpool before the ship sailed, and that it needed no cuts and no glue, only valley folds and mountain folds, with the head turned by drawing one corner through the body. He had been making them for the watch since the Bay of Biscay. Each one was pointed the same way, nose to the bow and tail to the stern, because, he said, a thing that is folded has to face somewhere or it will lose its shape in the wet.

Pryce asked why anyone would hide a paper cat in a flour bin. Hesketh shrugged, unfolded it along its creases until it was a flat diamond again, then folded it back without looking, quicker than Pryce could follow. The second time it came out pointing the other way, towards the galley door. Neither man mentioned it. The cook, Mrs Adair, swore afterwards that the flour had been dry and the lid had been shut all night.

That evening Pryce tore a fresh sheet from the manifest pad, made a cat of his own, and set it on the galley sill facing the sea, where the lamp would catch its clean edges. He did not know the fold, but he had learned it by morning, and by the time the ship reached the Thames there were eleven of them lined along the rail, all pointing home.