Black line drawing of a cat wearing a mask and pearl necklace, with roses above and below and a lace ruff behind, in neo-traditional style.

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Masked cat with roses and pearls design

Neo-trad · Black and grey · Flash

A black outline drawing of a cat wearing a decorative eye mask and a long strand of pearls, with its paw resting over a lace-like ruff. Two roses frame the design, one at the top of the head and one at the lower left, with leaves and small pearl dots filling the spaces. The linework is bold and uniform with no shading or colour, drawn on cream paper with a slightly dark border.

Neo-trad Cat Mask Rose Pearl Paw Leaves

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A story inspired by this tattoo · fiction

The pearls had belonged to Lady Hesketh for thirty-one years, and in all that time she had never let the cat wear them. Mrs Pim said so every morning while she swept crumbs from the breakfast room, and Tibbs, who had heard it often, took no notice. When the invitations for the Michaelmas masquerade arrived, stiff and cream-coloured with a gilt edge, he carried the long strand out of the dressing table drawer in his teeth and slipped through the scullery window before anyone could argue.

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The Assembly Rooms were loud with fiddles and candle smoke. Tibbs found a gilt chair beside a dowager whose lace ruff rose behind her shoulders like a fan, and she mistook his silver domino for a fashion and his pearls for costume jewellery. He sat very upright, paw folded over the lace, and watched the dancers go round. Nobody questions a cat at a masquerade, least of all one who sits as if he owns the room.

At eleven o'clock a woman in a rose-printed mask came down the staircase and stopped at the foot of it to look for someone. She saw the pearls first. Tibbs saw her see them. For a long moment neither of them moved, and then Lady Hesketh lowered herself onto the chair beside him, shook out her skirts and remarked, quite quietly, that the cold chicken on the supper table was not as bad as it looked.

They walked home together through the snow, Mrs Pim trailing behind with the lantern and a face like thunder. At the scullery door Lady Hesketh unhooked the strand from his neck and fastened it round her own, then gave him the chicken bone she had saved in her glove. 'Next year,' she said, 'you may bring the ruff.'