Two clenched fists pressed together, each with a traditional style tattoo: a panther head in a top hat and a rose on the right, a skull and a cartoon figure with an axe on the left.

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Traditional hand tattoos with panther and rose

Traditional · Hand · Mixed · Photo

Two clenched hands are pressed together, showing a panther head wearing a top hat with stars on the right hand and a cartoon figure in a top hat holding a bloodied axe on the left hand, with a skull above it on the wrist. A red rose with green leaves extends up the right forearm. The linework is bold and outlined in black, with solid fills and flat shading, and the palette mixes black and grey with red, green and yellow.

Traditional Hand Forearm Panther Rose Skull Axe Top hat Star Cat

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A story inspired by this tattoo · fiction

Dear Ruth,

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You will not believe what came through the scullery door this morning. Mr Dunmore, who has had the back attic since Whitsun, came home from the Skerrow fair with a striped sack and a face like thunder. When I asked what was inside he said it was his bad luck and I was not to open it. So naturally I opened it. A black cat the size of a fox climbed out, walked straight across my good tablecloth and sat down looking at me the way the vicar looks at the collection plate. Mr Dunmore says she was the star of a sideshow until the showman ran off owing wages, and that she answers to Madame.

The other lodgers are beside themselves. Captain Ferris has taken to his bed with a sick headache and swears the thing watched him from the banister all night. I told him it has better manners than his nephew, which did not help matters.

Then the front bell rang and there stood Hollis the barber from Pier Road, with a bucket of red paint under one arm and a grin on his face. The fair had owed him for a shaving chair, he said, and he would take the cat in lieu. Mr Dunmore went white as a sheet. Madame, I am sorry to report, climbed up Hollis's coat like it was a tree, settled on his shoulder and purred at the paint bucket as if it were the finest cream in Kent.

In the end Hollis paid Mr Dunmore for the attic in advance, and Mr Dunmore paid me the same afternoon. The cat now sits in Hollis's window on Pier Road every Saturday, and I am told the queue for haircuts has doubled. I suspect she always knew exactly where she was going.

Write soon and tell me the Hastings news.

Your loving sister, Edith