Colour neo-traditional tattoo of a grey cartoon cat with large green eyes and round glasses, sitting on a stack of orange and red books, with starburst motifs on a limb.

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Cartoon cat with glasses on a stack of books

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A grey cartoon cat with large green eyes, round glasses and a long curled tail sits on a stack of four books in orange, yellow, red and purple. Small starburst sparkles in black and colour surround the cat, and a soft teal and green wash sits behind its head. Bold black outlines define the figure, with smooth colour shading on the books and the cat's fur.

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A story inspired by this tattoo · fiction

The cat had read every book in the Ashgrove Lending Library except the bottom shelf, where the damp had got into the spines and made the titles run. Hobbs did not hold this against the shelf. He held it against Gerald Finch, the new librarian, who arrived on a Monday with a clipboard, a tin of thumbtacks and a plan to clear the returns trolley by Friday. Hobbs watched him from the top of the stack of books at the end of the counter, where he had sat since the building was new, peering over a pair of brass spectacles someone had left on the till in 1961.

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Finch lifted the bottom book off the pile. Hobbs stood up, which made the whole stack wobble, then sat down again on the orange volume at the top with the air of a cat who had never once been asked to move. "Shoo," said Finch. Hobbs blinked his green eyes slowly and did not shoo. Dust turned in the lamplight like tiny starbursts, and the whole business felt rather grand. Finch tried three times. On the third, a card slid out from the inside cover of the orange book, yellowed and soft as cloth, with a borrower's name written in fountain pen: Arthur Finch, age nine.

Gerald read it twice. He sat down on the step stool with the card held in both hands. "Granddad," he said to nobody, and then, to the cat, "He always swore he'd never returned it."

Hobbs jumped down, tail curled like a question mark, and settled into Gerald's lap as if the matter were closed. The trolley stayed where it was. By Friday the stack had become a shelf, and the orange book had a new card, stamped and dated, with a small paw print in the margin.