Black tribal-style sitting cat design with bold solid shapes and swirling lines, shown as a flash drawing with no body placement visible.

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Tribal sitting cat design

Blackwork · Black and grey · Flash

A solid black tribal-style cat sits upright in profile with its head turned slightly toward the viewer and its eyes closed. Bold black shapes are divided by thin white lines that form stripes across the body, and the long tail curls at the base. The design is shown in plain black on a white background.

Blackwork Cat Tribal Sitting cat Tail Animal

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A story inspired by this tattoo · fiction

Mrs Hollis had planted the wall of espaliered pears the year her husband left for the mines, and she had never once asked the soil for anything but patience. Now the pears were fat and the wall was hers alone, and the grey tom who had turned up in March sat at the foot of it every afternoon as if he had been paid to.

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He did not chase the blackbirds. He did not sit on the seed trays or knock over the cold frame the way the vicar's spaniel had. He sat upright on the warm brick path with his tail wrapped round his feet like a ribbon left over from a parcel, and he shut his eyes against the sun. Mrs Hollis came to understand that this was how he listened.

She tried to name him. Pilot, after a plane that had come down over the allotments in the war, which her mother had described to her in great detail. Then Sexton, then Ash. None of them stuck. He answered to nothing but the rattle of the tin where she kept the dried mealworms, and even that he took with his eyes still closed.

In August the heat broke with a storm that stripped two of the pears. She found him the next morning on the bench under the wall, dry and upright, the white lines of his coat as straight as raked gravel, watching the broken fruit with an expression she could only call disappointment. She picked one up, bruised and sweet. "Well," she said, "you were listening to the right thing, weren't you." He opened one eye, then closed it again.