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Infinity symbol tattoo on a thigh

Fine line · Thigh · Black and grey · Photo

A bare leg rests across a sofa with a small kitten in a pale shirt sitting on the thigh. A thin black infinity symbol tattoo sits on the upper thigh, drawn in simple single-weight linework with no shading. The ink is solid black and the photograph is taken indoors in warm evening light, with a dark cushion and a city view through the window behind.

Fine line Thigh Infinity symbol Kitten Cat Leg

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A story inspired by this tattoo · fiction

The Marguerite Hale had been nine weeks out of Valparaíso when the cook's boy found the kitten asleep in the flour barrel, a grey scrap no bigger than a biscuit. Captain Orla Venn would not carry a cat that did not earn its keep, so the boy sewed it a pale cotton shirt with a bone button at the throat, and the crew agreed it looked like a wee parson and called it Parson.

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Every night the watch lay out on the foredeck while the wake ran away behind them in a long curve. Old Tam Greaves, who had rounded the Horn three times, showed the kitten how the swell lifted and dropped and lifted again. He drew it in the salt on the rail with one finger: a loop lying on its side, one end running into the other, never stopping. "That's the sea's own sign," he said. "Keep on along it and you come back to where you started, only knowing more about the tide."

In the fortieth day of the blow, Parson walked the spanker boom in the lantern light with its feet placed like a sailor's, and when the men below were frightened it sat on the coil of the main sheet and washed its face as though the storm were a dull sermon. They raised the Bristol light in April with the bell worn bright and the shirt gone stiff with tar.

On the quay the cook's boy asked Tam where the voyage went now. Tam scraped the figure into the wet stone with his boot heel, a loop lying down, and the cat, which had slept through the whole crossing, came down the gangway in its shirt and walked the curve from one end to the other without once touching the lines.