Line drawing of a solid black cat and an outlined white cat walking side by side, tails curled together above them, in a fine line style.

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Two cats walking with tails entwined

Fine line · Black and grey · Flash

Two cats walk side by side, seen from the front, with their tails curling up and meeting in a loop above them. The black cat is filled solid with a small crescent-shaped eye, while the white cat is drawn in a single thin outline with a closed eye. The image is shown in plain black ink on a white background with whiskers and minimal detail.

Fine line Cat Black cat Tail Line drawing

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A story inspired by this tattoo · fiction

Nobody in Harrow Lane could remember which of them had started it, only that by the spring of 1953 the black tom from the chandler's and the white queen from the bakery were never seen apart. At dusk they walked the length of the lane side by side, tails lifted and knotted at the tips like a pair of hands held over a gate. Mr Okonedo at the post office said it was courtship. Mrs Brandt at number nine said it was a dare that had gone on too long.

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The children called them Dark and Light, as if they were a pair of lamps. Whenever the bakery door opened, Lily slipped out first and waited under the awning until Soot came hurrying round the corner, his tail still bent towards hers. Nobody ever saw them quarrel. When the coal cart came through in February and Soot was carried off in a sack by the carter's boy, Lily sat on the step for three days and would not touch her saucer.

On the fourth morning Soot was back, thinner, with a scrap of blue twine still caught in his fur. The carter's boy, Tom Wade, confessed to the baker's wife that he had only meant to borrow him for the afternoon. That evening the two of them walked the lane as they always had, and Lily's tail rose to meet his as though nothing had happened.

Mr Pryce, who lit the gas lamp at the top of the lane, stopped beneath it with his taper raised. He watched the two tails curl together into a loop against the last of the light, and he let the flame drop back into its tin without striking the lamp, so they could have the dusk a little longer.