Two matching fine line black outline tattoos of a cat sitting in a teacup, one on a rib side and one on a thigh, with the wearers' faces not shown.

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Matching cat in teacup tattoos on two people

Fine line · Ribs · Black and grey · Photo

Two people in white tops are shown with matching small tattoos of a cat peeking out of a teacup with a saucer and handle. The linework is thin, black and uniform, with no shading or fill, and the designs sit on bare skin at the side of the torso and the upper leg. The photo is tightly cropped into a circle, with the tattoos placed near the centre and the upper bodies and hair framing them.

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The tabby had been living in the staffroom kettle cupboard since the Easter term, and by the time the reunion came round nobody could say who had started feeding her. Maud Harrower stood by the urn in the old sports hall with a paper cup of squash, watching Janet Ferris weave between trestle tables with two saucers balanced on one palm, as though no one in the room had ever called her Ferris-the-Liar in the netball changing rooms.

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'She's been in the big brown teapot on the hatch counter,' Janet said, setting the saucers down. 'Sat in it like a hen on eggs.' Maud laughed harder than she meant to. They had not spoken since the summer a cardigan went missing from the sixth form common room and each of them was certain the other had it. The cat was the only thing they had agreed on since, and even that they argued over. Maud called her Pudding, Janet called her Mrs Dimmock, and the cat answered to neither.

'We should have settled on a proper name,' Maud said. 'Ten years of calling her the cat with no name.' Janet fished a biro from her handbag and drew, on the back of the reunion programme, a teacup with a small head poking over its rim. 'Twenty-two years and this is still the best thing I can do,' she said. Maud took the pen and added a saucer, then a curl of handle, the lines going straight and sure.

Across the hall the tabby pushed through the fire door, tail up, and hopped into the empty urn on the hatch counter, where the two of them could see her curled among the teaspoons. Maud tucked the programme into her coat. 'Same time next year, then,' she said, and Janet, for once, did not argue.

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