Two side-by-side photos of matching cartoon cat tattoos on skin, with pastel watercolour splashes and Like Mother and Like Daughter lettering beneath each.

Cartoon cats with Like Mother and Like Daughter lettering

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Two side-by-side photographs show a white cartoon cat on skin in each, the left wearing a gold collar and the right wearing a pink bow. Clean dark outlines and soft grey shading sit over pale teal and blue watercolour splashes, with bold black script reading Like Mother and Like Daughter below each cat. Colour is limited to pastel pink, teal and blue accents, and the left design is mostly grey.

Other Cartoon cat Cat Collar Watercolour splash Lettering Mother

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A story inspired by this tattoo · fiction

The Marigold Rae had been tied up at Skerrow quay for three days when Nell Ashdown found the cat asleep in the net store, a white thing curled on a heap of spent twine, its pink ribbon gone grey with fish scales. Her mother, Vera, would have sent it back over the quay wall with a boot. Nell fetched a tin of pilchards from the ice box instead and sat on an upturned creel to wait for the cat to make up its mind.

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Vera came down the gangway at dusk with the tally book under her arm and a face like weather coming in. The season had been poor. Two boats had gone out past the Hollin Bank and come back with nothing but dogfish and a broken winch. "It won't touch the pilchards," Nell said. "It only wants the ribbon sorted." Vera snorted, but she knelt on the wet boards, unpicked the knot at the cat's neck and retied the bow tighter, the way she had once tied Nell's plaits before school.

They went out at first light on the last tide of the month, the cat riding on the wheelhouse roof with its tail wrapped round its paws as if it owned the sea. Vera steered by the church tower and by feel. Nell hauled the trawl hand over hand, and when the net came up heavy with silver hake, the cat rose, stretched, and walked across the slick deck without a glance at the fish.

At the quay that evening Vera handed over the tally book and said nothing about the catch. The cat leapt from the rail onto Nell's shoulder and settled there, warm through her oilskin. "She's got your temper," Nell said. "Good," said Vera, and she went below to put the kettle on.