Black line-art cat tattoo with whiskers and a small green eye, shown in a close-up photo on the ankle.

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Line-art cat on the ankle

Ankle · Mixed · Photo

A single-line drawing of a cat in profile, with a curling tail that rises above its back, drawn in solid black ink. The cat's whiskers are fine strokes, and one eye is filled with a small patch of green. The cat sits centrally on pale skin against a grey carpet background, with the outline clearly visible.

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A story inspired by this tattoo · fiction

In the kingdom of Maudry, where the river ran uphill on feast days and nobody thought this strange, the king's granaries were losing grain faster than his clerks could count it. The king blamed mice. He sent criers through every village with a purse of silver for any cat that could clear his stores by midsummer. Forty cats went up the road to the palace in baskets, and forty came back down again, having failed in various ways.

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Only one grey cat with a single green eye did not go to the palace at all. She lived on the sill of the mill at Coddle Ford, where Ysolde the miller's girl gave her crusts and called her Thimble. Her tail rose over her back in a long curl, like a question mark that had forgotten what it was asking. One wet evening Thimble jumped down, walked to the door, and sat there until Ysolde put on her shawl and followed her up the road.

At the palace there was no sign of mice in the granary. Thimble went past the sacks and the clerks and the sleeping hounds straight to the steward's chamber, where she scratched at a loose board until it lifted. Beneath lay thirty sacks stamped with the royal seal, and a ledger in the steward's careful hand recording every one as eaten by rats. Ysolde read the ledger twice. Thimble sat on the top sack and washed one paw.

The steward was hanged at the next new moon, though the king kept the silver for himself. Ysolde was given a sack of flour and a brass collar meant for a cat. Thimble refused the collar and went home to the mill, tail curled high over the empty road.

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