Black and grey tattoo of the Cheshire Cat lying along the lower back above a studded belt and jeans.

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Cheshire Cat tattoo on the lower back

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A black and grey tattoo of the Cheshire Cat lies curled on the lower back, with its striped body, rounded ears and wide grin drawn in bold outline. The shading uses solid black stripes against lighter skin, giving the figure a crisp, graphic look. The tattoo sits in the upper left of the frame, with a studded belt and jeans filling the lower part of the picture.

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A story inspired by this tattoo · fiction

Mrs Pargeter had kept the bakery at the edge of Hollin Wood for thirty-one years, and in all that time the striped cat had never once looked hungry. It lay along the top of the drystone wall each morning, tail looped over the coping, and watched the carts go by with the patience of a magistrate.

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The trouble began when young Tom Ashby came up the lane with a sack of flour he had not paid for, swearing on his mother's grave that the miller had sold it to him fair. The cat's grin widened. It did not speak, because cats in Hollin never spoke. It simply thinned, first the tail, then the stripes, until only the grin hung over the wall like the last line of a joke nobody had finished.

Tom went red, then white, then ran. The grin followed him as far as the stile and then it was gone, but the whole village learned that week that the cat came for lies and left the truth lying about in the open. The miller came to the bakery door with his hat in his hands and confessed to the lot, including the matter of the short weights and the goose. Mrs Pargeter gave him a bun.

Nobody agreed on what the cat was. Some said it belonged to the wood, and some said it belonged to the squire's daughter, who had run off to London with a travelling conjuror. Mrs Pargeter only knew that on quiet mornings, when the wall was empty, she still left a saucer of milk on the coping. By noon it was always licked clean, and the grin was always there, a little wider than before.