Realism tattoo of a grey cat and an orange cat sitting side by side on the forearm.

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Grey and orange cats on a forearm

Realism · Forearm · Mixed · Photo

A small tattoo of two cats sits side by side on a forearm: a grey cat on the left looking down and an orange tabby on the right looking towards the viewer. The shading is soft and detailed, with fur texture and dark tones along the grey cat's body. Both cats are rendered in colour and grey ink, set against plain skin with dark fabric in the background.

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The grey cat never looked up at the night sister. She sat at the foot of the beds with her head bowed, the way a woman bows at a graveside, and the orange tabby beside her looked up for the both of them. Sister Hanna Price had worked nights on Ward Seven for nineteen winters and knew which of the two to watch. When Brannock the tabby sat down by a bed, the patient in it would wake for breakfast. When Mourne the grey went quiet beside a bed, the family were sent for by morning.

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The porters called them the night staff and left saucers of milk by the laundry hatch. Nobody could say where they came from. The old men said the ward had been built on the site of a farm, and the cats had walked in with the first bricks. Hanna did not believe that, but she did not believe much of anything after midnight, and she never once moved them on. On the Tuesday of the February storm, Mourne climbed onto the blanket of bed twelve and settled with her eyes on the wool, and Brannock came and sat beside her. For the first time Hanna had seen, the tabby turned his face away from the nurses and looked down too.

Hanna took the chart and went to the bed. The man under the blanket was Mr Edwin Tolley, eighty-one, a retired signalman who had asked for nothing all week but the time. She pulled the chair close and waited with him. At ten past four the grey cat lifted her head, stretched once, and walked out through the swing doors without a sound. Brannock followed her. Mr Tolley opened his eyes and asked whether the 4.10 had gone through yet. Hanna said it had, and he laughed, and asked for a cup of tea.

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