Fine line tattoo of two cat heads side by side with green and blue eyes on the inner forearm.

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Two cat heads with green and blue eyes on a forearm

Fine line · Forearm · Mixed · Photo

Two cartoon-style cat heads face in slightly different directions, one with green eyes and one with blue eyes. The outlines are thin, dark grey-black single lines, with light grey shading and only the eyes filled with colour. The subjects sit side by side on pale skin against a soft, blurred background.

Fine line Forearm Cat Eye Whiskers

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A story inspired by this tattoo · fiction

Now you'll want to sit down for this, because nobody in Harrowgate Lane believed me the first time, and the second time they only pretended to. It was the summer the Pickering boy painted the church railings, and the two cats came over the wall together, one grey as wet slate, the other the colour of cream left out overnight. Mrs Thwaite swore they were sisters. Mr Hollis swore they were the devil's own, because the grey one had green eyes that looked straight through a man's Sunday coat, and the cream one had eyes like the sea off Scarborough on a clear morning.

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They took up residence on the coal bunker behind the Co-op, and they did not so much as glance at the rats. Instead they sat facing a little apart, heads turned as if each was listening for the other to speak first. Every morning the baker's girl left them a saucer of milk, and every morning they drank it in turn, never at once, which Mrs Thwaite said was manners and Mr Hollis said was spite.

Then in October the fog came down thick off the moor, and the baker's girl went missing for an afternoon. Folk searched the becks and the allotments. It was the two cats who finally sat down in the middle of Market Street and would not move, the green eyes fixed on the cobbles, the blue eyes fixed on the same spot, until someone thought to look down the cellar grate. She had gone to fetch a cask of flour and fallen asleep on the sacks. Nobody said much, but the saucers were full the next morning, and from then on the two of them were never once seen facing the same way.