Forearm tattoo divided down the middle, with a cat skull on the left and a sphynx cat face on the right, set against a pink and purple galaxy with small stars.

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Split cat skull and sphynx on forearm

Forearm · Mixed · Photo

A split design shows a cat skull on the left half and a hairless sphynx cat's face on the right, drawn in black linework with fine shading. Behind the figures, soft pink, purple and blue colour washes form a galaxy with scattered white star marks running down the forearm. The composition is centred on the forearm, with the skull and cat face sitting side by side and the galaxy spreading below and behind them.

Forearm Cat Skull Sphynx cat Galaxy Star

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A story inspired by this tattoo · fiction

Tom Gilder hauled the crab pot onto the quay at slack water and found a cat's skull lying among the weed, its jaw still hooked on a length of brass chain. Nobody in Pennick could say whose it was. Old Mrs Vell, who ran the chandlery and knew every animal that had ever died on the breakwater, said it had come off the lighthouse boat the winter the keeper's wife vanished, and that the keeper's cat had been bald as an egg, bred for warmth by somebody's aunt in Lisbon.

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Tom took it home and set it on the windowsill to dry. For three nights the moon came through the glass and laid its light across the bone, and on the fourth he woke to a rasping at the sill. The cat sitting there was hairless, pale as candle wax, its eyes the colour of harbour glass. Only half of it. The other half was still a skull, grinning at the ceiling.

"You've been looking for the rest of yourself," Tom said, because he was the kind of man who talked to things.

The cat only looked past him at the sea, where the fishing lights smeared pink and violet across the water like a sky that had come down to rest. It said nothing. Then it stepped down from the sill and walked out along the breakwater, and the bone half went with it, clicking softly over the stones.

Tom followed at dawn. He found the two of them curled on the last rock, one warm and one cold, sharing a single shadow, and he understood that a thing split down the middle can still keep watch in both directions.