Black fine line paw print above the script name Oliver and cat whiskers with a small pink heart, tattooed on the inner wrist.

Paw print, script name and cat whiskers on a wrist

Fine line · Forearm · Mixed · Photo

A small black paw print sits above the word Oliver written in cursive script, with a pair of cat whiskers below and a tiny pink heart at the centre where a nose would be. The linework is fine and even, with the whiskers drawn as thin tapering strokes and dotted detail on the muzzle. Solid black ink dominates, with the heart providing the only colour against unshaded pale skin, and the tattoo is centred in the frame on the inner wrist.

Fine line Lettering Forearm Paw print Paw Script Cat Whiskers Heart Pet

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A story inspired by this tattoo · fiction

Oliver, you have never once come in through the back door when you were asked. You come over the fence by the water butt, flattening the lavender, and you sit on the greenhouse step as though you had built it yourself. Tonight the sky over the runner beans is the colour of wet slate and the bin lids are rattling, and you are the only thing in the garden that looks pleased about it.

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The ginger tom from number nine has been sitting on the wall for a week, and you have decided this is a matter for the whole street. You tread along the coping with your tail up like a question mark, pausing to sniff the wet moss, and every so often you turn your head to check that I am watching. I am. I always am. The kettle goes on and I stand at the sink with the tea towel over my shoulder, listening to the fence creak under your weight.

When the rain finally comes you do not run. You stretch out on the warm flagstone by the back step, paws tucked neatly under your chest, and let it soak your whiskers flat. Your ears swivel towards the bins and your small pink nose twitches at the smell of the compost heap. For once you look entirely unbothered by the mess the sky is making of the lawn.

I bring you a saucer of milk and you ignore it until I turn away. When I look back the saucer is empty and you are washing your face on the step as if nothing happened. That is the arrangement, Oliver. You own the garden and I keep the door open.