Pencil sketch of an octopus with a cat-like head and curling tentacles, drawn as a possible tattoo design on a soft grey background.

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Octopus with a cat-like head sketch

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A pencil sketch of an octopus with a cat-like head, pointed ears and whisker-like lines, its tentacles curling outward and showing suckers. The linework is loose and sketchy, with soft grey shading on the body. The subject sits left of centre against a mottled grey wash that fades to white at the top right.

Octopus Cat Tentacle Sucker Sketch

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A story inspired by this tattoo · fiction

The thaw had not come to Halloran's Farm by mid-February, so the mere was still thick enough to bear a barrow. Nan Pilling went down at first light to break the ice for the cattle and found a cat on the bank, grey as wet slate, paws tucked under, studying the ice as if it had been rude to her. Its ears were pointed and its whiskers fine as thread, but when it turned its head, something under the fur shifted like a sheet on a line.

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Nobody claimed it. It followed Nan to the byre and drank the cream from the top of the pail while the cows watched. At night it sat on the windowsill and pressed long pale arms against the glass, and each morning the sill was wet and ringed with small round marks, like the bottoms of cups. Tom said it was a stray and that she read too many of her mother's books. He had never liked the mere, nor what his grandfather said lived under it.

In early March the cat stopped coming to the house. Nan found it in the straw of the byre, lying in a way no cat lies. Its hindquarters had softened and spread, and eight arms the colour of candle wax curled through the hay, each tip opening and closing. It looked up at her with the same mild disappointment. 'You'll be wanting the water,' she said, and it made a low sound like a kettle a long way off. She understood then that it had only been waiting for someone to say so.

She carried it down to the mere on the barrow under a sack and tipped it at the break in the ice where the water ran black. It slid off without a splash. Nan stood on the bank until her feet went numb. In April, when the mere had opened, Tom saw a grey shape turning slowly in the shallows. On the far bank a row of small round marks pressed into the mud led down to the water, and none came back up.