Colour tattoo of a tabby cat's face with green eyes, surrounded by autumn leaves and blackberries, on the outer thigh in a neo-traditional style.

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Tabby cat with blackberries and leaves on a thigh

Neo-trad · Thigh · Colour · Photo

A tabby cat's face looks out with green eyes, its fur rendered with dark outlines and soft shading in browns, greys and cream. Orange and red autumn leaves and a cluster of dark purple blackberries with green leaves fill the lower right of the design. Bold colour dominates the composition, which sits across the outer thigh on a light background.

Neo-trad Realism Thigh Cat Tabby cat Cat face Leaves Autumn leaves Blackberry Berry

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A story inspired by this tattoo · fiction

Brother Osric had counted the hedgerow blackberries twice before the bell, and twice the number came out wrong by a basketful. Somebody was eating them on the wall. The cook blamed the boys from the village. Prior Aldous blamed the Devil, as priors do in autumn. Only the tabby cat that had come up the lane in August said nothing, and washed her face in the sun on the warm stones above the orchard.

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Her name was not given, because the brothers did not name animals that might leave. They called her Grey Mother, though she was more brown than grey, striped like the bark of the old ash by the gate. She had green eyes that did not blink when the prior spoke to her, and she came and went through the gap under the kitchen door as if the door had been built for her.

On the third night of frost, Osric went out with a lantern and found her sitting in the bramble thicket by the cloister wall, a crushed blackberry under one paw and a crimson leaf caught on her whisker. She was not eating. She was guarding. Behind her, under the heaped leaves, a litter of grey mice were stripping the last of the fruit the brothers had meant to dry for winter. The cat let them, but she would not let them past the wall into the cellar where the grain was kept.

Osric sat down on a cold stone and did not wake the prior. He ate one blackberry himself, sour and sweet, and thought that a cat who wanted the whole harvest would have taken it weeks ago. In the ledger he wrote that the orchard yielded more than before, and that the fruit was given to the cat and the mice together, which he judged fair. Prior Aldous crossed it out in the morning. When Osric wrote it again, the cat was asleep on the page with one paw over the word fair, and nobody had the heart to move her.