Black and grey traditional tattoo of a winged, seated Egyptian cat above an Eye of Horus, placed on the ribs.

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Winged Egyptian cat and Eye of Horus on ribs

Traditional · Ribs · Black and grey · Photo

A seated cat with raised wings and a patterned collar sits above a pyramid and an Eye of Horus, all rendered in solid black and grey. The cat and wing feathers use bold outlines with dense dotted shading, while the pyramid and eye have lighter stippled texture. The design fills the side of the ribcage in a vertical composition, with the eye at the lower edge.

Traditional Dotwork Ribs Cat Wing Eye of horus Pyramid Collar

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A story inspired by this tattoo · fiction

The cat came in under the side door of the Palais on the night the band from Scarrow failed to turn up, and it walked the length of the empty floor as if it had paid for the evening. Nell Hobday, who had kept the hall for thirty years, took a broom to it and it sat down on the bandstand and looked at her until she gave up.

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Everyone knew where it had come from. The travelling show wintered in the sheds behind the pier, and Ambrose Kell kept a wooden crate there that his grandfather had carried home from a war in the desert. The lid was painted with a pyramid and a single open eye, and the old man used to say that a thing kept in a box needs something to watch the box. Nobody believed him. Nobody had ever seen the crate open.

Nell put the wireless on, because there was nothing else to do. When the dance tunes came on the cat stood up, and its wings lifted the way a dog's ears do at a whistle. It walked a slow circle around the middle of the floor, and the couples who had come in out of the wet found that they were stepping in time with it. Its beaded collar caught the lamplight every time it turned. By midnight the hall was full of people who had not planned to be there.

Ambrose came in soaked to the knees, looked at the cat, and sat down hard on the front step. He said his grandmother had given the crate to the family to keep the house safe, and that the cat was the eye's own keeper, come to make sure nothing was taken. Nell asked what he meant to do about it. He said he would hang the lid on the wall where the cat could see it. The cat sat by the door every night after that, and the Palais never closed early again. One black feather lay on the boards the morning after, and Nell kept it in her tin with the buttons.