Two traditional style cat head tattoos, one black and grey with green eyes and one brown tabby with green eyes, sitting on the top of a pair of feet.

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Pair of cat head tattoos on the feet

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Two matching cat heads are tattooed on the tops of a pair of bare feet, one in black and grey with pink ears and the other in brown tabby tones with pink ears and nose. Bold black outlines define the shapes, with shaded fur and fine whisker lines. The green eyes and pink accents stand out against the pale skin and the red brick background.

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A story inspired by this tattoo · fiction

In the kingdom of Harrowmere, where the roads were laid in red brick and the tithe was paid in grain, every household kept a cat, and the cats were counted each autumn along with the sacks and the sheep. Nobody could say who first decided a cat was worth a bushel, but the reeves wrote it down, and the king's clerks never questioned a ledger that had been kept so long.

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Two cats lived on the crossroads wall outside the mill: Pell, black and white as a churchman's cassock, and Oakum, striped brown as a fresh loaf. Both had eyes the green of pond weed in June. They sat side by side on the warm brick and watched the carts go by, and they never came down for anyone except the miller's youngest, who brought them scraps of herring wrapped in a dock leaf.

The tithe reeve, a thin man named Gilbert Dunnock, came in October with his tally stick and his list. He counted every cat in the parish except those two. When he asked the miller why, the miller shrugged and said the cats had been on that wall since before the tithe, and they would not be moved. Gilbert climbed up himself. Pell hissed, Oakum did not bother, and both of them stepped calmly down the far side and into the mill race, and were gone without a ripple.

That night Gilbert found his good boots set out on the crossroads wall, their laces knotted together, and beside them the two cats watched him with unblinking green eyes until he knelt in the brick dust and promised to take mice as his payment instead. The next morning the tally stick went into the fire, and Harrowmere has counted its cats by sight ever since.