Black fine line tattoo of a stretched-out cat with a curled tail on the lower back, above the waistband of jeans.

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Stretching cat outline on the lower back

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A single-line outline of a cat stretched out along the skin, with its tail curling at the left and its head turned to the right with whiskers and pointed ears. The linework is thin and even, with no shading, and the design sits in the centre of the frame against a lightly pink, out-of-focus background. The image is in black ink only and shows the tattoo above the waistband of denim jeans.

Fine line Back Cat Outline Tail Whiskers

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A story inspired by this tattoo · fiction

Dear Nell, the snow has shut the Crooked Stile since Tuesday and the coach will not come up the moor road before Thursday, so I have time to write properly. The landlady has given me the room over the kitchen, where the chimney breast keeps the bricks warm. The cat sleeps there. Its name is Pannage, which the carter says has something to do with pigs and acorns, and it has the longest body I have ever seen on a creature of its size.

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Every evening it comes down the back stairs and lies out along the hearth rug as if someone had poured it there, nose to the fender, tail flicked round like the end of a bell rope. It never curls up. The landlady says it has not curled since it was a kitten, that it prefers to take up the whole length of whatever it lies on, and I have started to think she is right about most things.

Last night the snow stopped, so I went out to fetch coal. Pannage followed me across the yard, placing each paw exactly before the last, so that the snow behind us held one neat unbroken trail. At the woodshed gate it turned, stretched itself flat in the drift, and rolled its tail into a tight curl at the end of the line, as though it had been waiting all evening to finish the sentence.

I stood there with the scuttle in my hands, cold to the wrists, and thought how you once told me I could never draw a cat that did not look like it was apologising for something. Pannage looks like it has never apologised in its life. I have decided to stay until the road is clear, if only to see whether it ever lifts its head to look at me properly. Write soon, and tell Mother the coal is holding out.