Realism style tattoo of a standing tabby cat with brown and grey striped shading on the inner forearm, shown beside another hand with white painted nails.

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Tabby cat on the inner forearm

Realism · Forearm · Mixed · Photo

The tattoo shows a tabby cat in a sitting or rearing pose, with one front paw raised and its head turned towards the viewer. The linework is fine and the shading is soft, using layered brown and grey tones to render the stripes and fur. It sits on a pale forearm against a light grey fabric background, with fingers from another hand resting nearby.

Realism Forearm Cat Tabby cat Animal Pet

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A story inspired by this tattoo · fiction

The cat had claimed the lamp-room step before the morning hooter, and nobody in Lindle Pit village had ever managed to shift it. Ada Lumley swore it belonged to the colliery, not to her, though she had fed it from her own plate since the spring the roof came down at Number Four. It was a brown tabby with a nicked ear and a habit of lifting one front paw, as if it meant to knock on a door only it could hear.

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The men called it the deputy's cat, because it went down the drift each shift in a sack under Ernie Pratt's arm and came back up with mice in its jaws and an opinion about the air. Ada did not hold with the sack. She held with the step, and with the way the cat turned its head to watch the lane whenever a cage was late. Its eyes were the colour of weak tea held up to a window. When Ernie's boy ran up the lane shouting that the cage had jammed at the four hundred foot landing, the cat was already on its feet, tail straight up, staring past Ada's shoulder at the dark mouth of the headgear.

They were four hours getting the men up. Ada sat on the step with the cat in her lap, its weight warm through her coat, and counted the lamps as they came over the rise. Twenty-two. Then twenty-three, and Tom Lumley's cap bobbing among them, soot-black and grinning like he had won something. The cat jumped down before she could stop it, trotted to the tallest of the men, and stood on its hind legs to paw at his knee until he bent and picked it up.