Black and grey tattoo of a seated Egyptian-style cat wearing a collar with a pendant, running down the side of the ribs.

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Seated Egyptian cat on the ribs

Ribs · Black and grey · Photo

A large tattoo of a seated, sphynx-like cat in profile, with a ribbed collar and a round pendant at the neck and a long curled tail. The linework is bold and dark, with smooth grey shading on the body that gives it volume. The design fills the side of the torso, running vertically from the ribs toward the hip, against plain skin.

Ribs Cat Egyptian Collar Pendant Tail

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A story inspired by this tattoo · fiction

The third time the alarm chirped in gallery nine that week, I did what I always do and walked the length of the Ashdown Wing with my torch pointed at my shoes, because looking at the cases makes the glass go strange at two in the morning. The bronze cat was where I'd left her, sitting up on her plinth with her ribbed collar catching the light from the car park. Mr Pryce from the trustees says she's a votive figure, eighth century, Lower Nile. I say she's the only thing in the building that never asks me to sign anything.

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Except she had moved. Not much. Last Tuesday she faced the tall windows; now her narrow head had come round to the door, and the round pendant on her collar, which I'd always taken for a bit of corroded tin, sat a finger's width lower than before. I checked the logbook. I checked the camera. The camera showed me, forty minutes earlier, standing exactly where I stood now, with nothing in the room but the cat and the moon on the floor tiles.

On Friday I brought a sandwich and a flask and sat on the bench opposite, daring her. Around three a grey tabby came in through the loading bay gap, which has been a problem since the refurbishment, and trotted straight up the plinth without any fuss. It sat beside the bronze with its tail curled round its feet, and the two of them looked at the door together as if waiting for a bus.

By the time I'd finished my tea the tabby had gone and the pendant was lying on the bench beside my flask, warm as a coin from a pocket. I didn't log it. I put it back where it belonged, and when I checked again at dawn the cat was facing the windows once more, pleased with herself, and the cabinet alarm stayed quiet all the way to the morning shift.