Colour tattoo of two cats seen from behind, one tabby and one black and white, framed by daisies, blue flowers and red berries on the upper arm.

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Two cats among daisies on an upper arm

Traditional · Upper arm · Mixed · Photo

Two cats sit side by side, seen from behind, with a tabby on the left and a black and white cat on the right. They are framed by white daisies, blue-green flowers, small red berries and green leaves that curve around the arm. The outlines are bold and dark, with flat colour fills and some soft shading on the cats' fur, and the design wraps neatly around the curve of the arm.

Traditional Upper arm Cat Daisy Flower Berry Leaves

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A story inspired by this tattoo · fiction

Agnes Pollard had carried the two cats in a wicker basket since Gravesend, and by the third week out of Falmouth she had stopped apologising to the purser about them. The tabby was called Biscuit and the black and white one Tuesday, for no reason anybody aboard the Harriet Lusk could remember. They went where the mate went, which was the rail at the stern, where the wake folded white behind them like a cloth being shaken out.

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The crew thought little of cats seen from the back. The cook's boy said they looked like a pair of sea wives waiting on husbands who would never come home, and Agnes told him to mind his tongue. But she liked how they sat, tails curled round their feet, both facing the same empty horizon as if one had spotted something and the other had agreed to pretend she hadn't.

On the twenty-second day a squall came up out of the south-west and the bosun roared for all hands. Agnes lost sight of the cats in the rush of canvas and rain. When the sky cleared she found them exactly where she had left them, soaked and furious and unhurt, with a bunch of crushed blue flowers someone had dropped from the galley tangled round Biscuit's paw.

That evening she pressed a few daisies from the captain's wife's windowbox between the pages of her almanac, and the cats sat up on the rail beside her, still looking west. Nobody ever told her what they were watching for, and she never asked, because she had begun to suspect they were only keeping each other company, which on a ship is the same thing as keeping watch.