Black and grey tattoo of a tabby cat standing upright and holding an umbrella, placed on the upper arm.

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Standing cat with umbrella on upper arm

Upper arm · Black and grey · Photo

A shaded tattoo of a striped tabby cat standing on its hind legs and holding a furled umbrella above its head, with the umbrella canopy shaded in grey at the top of the upper arm. The cat has detailed fur striping, a curled tail and expressive eyes, and the soft grey shading gives the figure a vintage illustrated look. The tattoo runs down the outside of the upper arm against a plain pale background, with a light vest strap visible at the edge of the frame.

Upper arm Cat Tabby cat Umbrella

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A story inspired by this tattoo · fiction

Nobody in Holm Cross could say when Mrs Ottoline Peverell's cat first started walking on its hind legs. The vicar swore it was Lent. The baker said it was the summer the reservoir flooded the lower lane, when the whole parish went about with its trousers rolled to the knee. Whatever the date, by October the tabby was crossing the green upright, one paw clamped around a black umbrella with a bent silver handle, as though it had an appointment with the rain.

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Its name was Biscuit, which it deserved less than the umbrella. It never once opened the thing in a shower. It carried it furled, like a walking stick, and tipped it at people it approved of. The ones it disliked got the ferrule. Mr Tapp, who kept the chandlery and had once kicked it off his step, found wet pawprints across his window every morning for a month, and the cat sat in the middle of them looking up at the sky.

The turn came on the wet Thursday the post coach went over at the bridge. Ottoline was a stout woman with a bad hip, and the rain was coming down sideways. Biscuit trotted out, took her elbow in its claws, and up went the umbrella over the pair of them. They walked the mile to the surgery like that, and nobody laughed, because nobody in Holm Cross had ever seen a cat hold anything it did not mean to keep.

When Ottoline died the following spring, the umbrella hung on the hook by the door. Biscuit was found sitting beneath it, staring at the empty coat peg, and nobody had the heart to take it down.